Bird Song

5 x 7 inch paper cutting. Sold.

5 x 7 inch paper cutting. Sold.

Run before the sun. Blue heron on the river. Two hours on my deck listening to the morning, thinking, drinking tea, eating oranges. Feels like May, not August. A visit from Fritz, the (kinda dirty lookin’) neighborhood cat. Can’t deny him a good head scratch. Good thoughts, good vibes, good weather, good things in store.. Back to work.

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Atchison Sunset, 2010.
Song at Sunset by Walt Whitman
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber’d spirits,
Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest insect,
Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
Illustrious the passing light–illustrious the pale reflection on
the new moon in the western sky,
Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of death.
Wonderful to depart!
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak–to walk–to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color’d flesh!
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large!
To be this incredible God I am!
To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I love.
Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up, with strong trunks, with branches
and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.)
O amazement of things–even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical flowing through ages and continents, now reaching
me and America!
I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass
them forward.
I too carol the sun, usher’d or at noon, or as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the
growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
As I steam’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies,
As I have lived, as I have look’d through my windows my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach
of the Western Sea,
As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam’d,
Or cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,
Wherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things,
I say Nature continues, glory continues,
I praise with electric voice,
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.

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My nature guru, Jeanette, and I paddling out this morning. We saw lots of egrets, herons, comerants, and even an osprey and a bald eagle. Major bird nerding going on. And here’s a very rocky, boring little time lapse video from Wednesday eve that I made with my GoPro camera that I mounted to my kayak.. I’ve gotta master this thing – it’s got major potential to make some amazing video.. Anyway, back to the art first thing tomorrow.
My favorite version of this song.. with banjo.






An amazing evening and morning spent paddling around on Perry Lake. The best part: sleeping on a dropcloth underneath the first full moon of August, the Sturgeon Moon. It felt so natural to be out there under the sky looking at the stars (and thanking them profusely. Dang, I’m so fortunate for so many things..). A rain shower and lightning show moved us to our cars around 3:30am, but who can complain. We needed the rain and it didn’t put a damper on our plans.
“Here, start living moment to moment totally and intensely, joyfully and playfully — and you will see that nothing goes out of control; that your intelligence becomes sharper; that you become younger; that your love becomes deeper. And when you go out into the world, wherever you go, spread life, playfulness, joy, as far away as possible — to every nook and corner of the earth.” -Osho

Because of the extreme heat, I cut my long distance multi-night camping/ kayaking trip down to semi-local one night.. This hot sun has no mercy. On my way out, equipped with my cameras, including a new GoPro camera, so I’m hoping to come back with some groovy photos or video or something.. Til next time!