• landscape,  quotes,  trees

    A Walk Along the Kiowa Creek

    Trees along the banks of the Kiowa Creek
    Trees along the banks of the Kiowa Creek

    “The wilderness holds answers to questions man has not yet learned to ask.” – Nancy Newhall

    As I mentioned earlier in a post about our trip to the Texas panhandle, my cousin took my sister and I on a “heritage tour” that included places our parents and grandparents grew up. As we drove around I wondered what it was like to live in this area. There was no running water, electricity, paved roads, grocery stores, smart phones or the internet :-). I questioned in my mind how they survived. I think it was because they accepted and lived life as if they were a part of nature and not separate from it.

    Some people will be inclined to think this part of the country is desolate, uninhabitable, harsh and lacking any beauty. Yet, to me there is so much beauty. It is wilderness, even though man has tried to change it to meet his ways. Too see the beauty in all things, we must look and see with more than just our eyes. Nature is at work: creating it’s own beauty, surviving in harsh environments, evolving to ensure the existence of another generation.  It seems so much of us are distant from nature, separated by our buildings, pavement, malls, televisions. The wilderness is all around us, inviting us to ask questions, if we venture into it, something I feel the need to do more often.

  • Arapaho Bend Natural Area,  natural areas,  Plants,  trees

    Respect Our Elders

    Cottonwood tre
    Cottonwood tree

    Have you ever just reached out and touched a tree trunk, stopped to touch a leaf or knelt down to just observe a fallen leaf or a broken branch? Have you spent time just looking as intently and as closely as possible? The more time I spend in nature the more I am fascinated with trees whether it is a grove of aspens, poplars along a river bank or a cottonwood standing alone on the horizon. So, my answer to those questions, yes.

    As a young boy visiting relatives in the Texas and Oklahoma panhandles, my cousins and I would go fishing for catfish down on one the creeks. It always seemed like more fun to explore the creek than sit on the bank and watch a red and white bobber float on the muddy water. I ran through the fields catching grasshoppers. I climbed the trees along the creek banks and when tired laid down in the shade they offered. Fond memories for me.

    Trees are one of the almost endless miracles of nature. There are unsupported statements that the cottonwood tree dates back to the Cretaceous Period, about 145 million years ago and possibly to the Jurassic Period – 200 million years ago. Makes our lifetime miniscule. I was taught to respect our elders and as I move more towards being an elder myself I grow in my respect for nature as one of my elders.

  • landscape

    Big Walnut Creek

    Big Walnut Creek

    I was heading for a new coffee shop when I passed over the Big Walnut Creek and glanced out the window. A light snow during the night had blanketed the ground and trees. What caught my attention was the sunlight beaming down on the creek. Of course I had to drive another half mile before I found a place to turn around. When I  finally was able to get in place for a shot the sun was gone but not the scene. More practice and I like the new coffee shop. When I walked in I could smell something cooking which turned out to be blueberry scones. I ordered my usual mocha latte and one of the scones, I’ll have to got back.