River of Play

And Now, a Different Flock

A flock of words, that is. For the next, oh, ten days or so Oxford University Press is continuing its celebration of adding back issues of the journal Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment (ISLE), the publication of the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment (ASLE, of which I am a member, though in an effort to conserve paper, we don't carry cards). Not only has Oxford UP taken over the distribution of ISLE, they've digitized the backlist, and the entire thing is available for download--for FREE. The journal publishes academic bits, yes, but also literary nonfiction and poetry. Well worth clicking through. I will admit to shamelessly downloading many, many articles. 

So go. I'll be here. Maybe we'll have a brief chat about the quiverfull movement when you get back. 

Last Word on Geese

As you can plainly see...no photos. Alas. But the photos below are huge. Click on one and find out (while they are of a size and quality that you could use them as your desktop, don't. I tried. A dense black and white pattern with a black and white cursor is not a good combination.). Thus, one of the moments of great poignancy was realizing that while there were many birds, they were snow geese, not, oh, passenger pigeons. Still, living near one of the great migration corridors offers a glimpse into the profound compulsions of nature. It's an awe-inspiring experience, and a chance to see cedar waxwings twice a year. 

The girl was unimpressed. A bit chilly and windy. But she bore the inconvenience like a trouper.

More Geese

I mean it. Geese: