Are we past due for a contest?
So, this is your tease. I will post this while I cogitate, and hopefully you will come back later to see what the actual contest and prize are.
So, this is your tease. I will post this while I cogitate, and hopefully you will come back later to see what the actual contest and prize are.
No matter what you believe about this explorer, one thing I know for sure is that if Captain Columbus had been the master of an outboard-powered vessel and run into the issues I ran into on a recent wetland tour, he would have never reached land nor been able to do any evil deed there.
I wish I could report something positive to you, because I hate being the continual bearer of bad news.
But bad news is upon us, and the BP oi lspill is most likely to blame.
Floating Islands? Really? Yes, really, but not the kind of islands you might be thinking of. These are man made and hopefully not the kind humans will ever be deserted on. They serve a much greater purpose, and the concept just blew me away.
Yesterday morning, the power went out, and I found myself out on the porch, bird watching again. Earlier that morning, I had noticed a drab olive green bird and thought it might be a painted female bunting. After validating that in my trusty Sibley Bird Guide, I went to get my camera out of the truck and noticed this little guy sitting in the back yard, not a care in the world . . .
For four years now I’ve been writing on this blog, present tense, about life in the Louisiana wetland that surrounds me. How many years before I write the book which begins with the words,
“This was a working wetland”?