Sunday, December 2, 2012

First Steps




“With what joy is the return of spring hailed by the pedestrian naturalist; he needs no gun nor pressing-book to make wanton waste of life and beauty. His very being is exultant while watching the quick movements of the various members of the feathered tribe, as they flit hither and thither…”—William Monroe Egan.

Pedestrian refers to the act of walking as well as to the commonplace and unimaginative. I can’t imagine how the word came to mean both things, since walking is hardly unimaginative, even in the city. Nature exists in my urban neighborhood as well as in the “wild.” Nature is always extraordinary whether I am watching a squirrel frenetically bury an acorn or a mink foraging by a river’s edge. This blog recounts my pedestrian experiences with nature, whether in my front yard or in Colorado’s northeastern plains and Rocky Mountains.

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