Sunday, July 28, 2024

The Vista Conservancy Nature Trail

Off on my favorite solitary walk along this little nature Trail in Vista, California this Sunday morning. Thanks to a cell phone and hearing aids I have literal voices in my head as I stroll, guiding contemplation of my small part in this awe-inspiring creation.

The walk that becomes the Vista Nature Conservancy Trail starts, I suppose, at this bridge Vista's Wildwood Park.




Though the trail officially begins about here, a half mile or so away.



The grounding stones used for centuries by the native Americans are so common that there is no marker here to note them. Here are pictures of some of these stones along this trail.













I so enjoy walking this trail -- several times on each visit to Vista.







I have always been fascinated by the textures of the various trees... here the splintered bark of an old Eucalyptus tree.


My plant ID app calls this an aspen??




Some of the coastal live oaks have limbs parallel with the ground.



These trees have developed an interspecies relationship!



A closer look shows that the limb of one has been trimmed but is still firmly embedded in the trunk of the other.






Near the Bengal Terrace Park end of the trail is a bank covered in volunteer nasturtiums.

I enjoy backlit leaves in the woods... here a big castor bean leaf.




Wednesday, July 24, 2024

In memory of Gary Greene: Cherokee Names

 It's been three years since we lost one of my closest storyteller friends, Gary Greene. Take a listen to this song by Gary that commemorates the names of the waters left by the Cherokee in Northwest Georgia.



Gary's name crops up often in this blog over the last two decades. Type "Gary Greene" into the search box at the top left and you can find some of our adventures together.

Monday, July 22, 2024

PTSW - My Own: My Present Poem

 

Lillian's birthday will be here again Saturday. One of the things that has plagued my mind since childhood is the cruel truth that even the most hateful experiences have consequences that force the most moral of us to wonder if we would change things if we could.

All Things Work Together: A Daughter is Born

to Lillian

If Daddy hadn't died, would this poem be?


-- A bull through china, the ugly thought crashes --


Would his longer thread in the mesh

of years obstruct by chance

that one in a trillion accident of love,

coincidence of sperm and egg?


-- The breakage, unmanaged, scatters and

scratches! --


Could his garden bugs these years have fed

a nest of wrens to send a wanderer to my window?

And letting a living poem sleep,

might I have written, instead, the wren?


-- Bull-headed I sweep the debris --


If Daddy lives, must the poem vanish?


I weep for my Daddy;

I mourn the wren that never was;

And welcome you to my heart, my present poem.

by Terrell Shaw

Sunday, July 21, 2024

Political Earthquake


A patchwork quilt of irrigated farms of the Great Plains passes beneath my porthole window of this Southwest airliner. Five-eighths of my heart occupy the seats to my right, as I consider the political earthquake that shakes my beloved land as I cross it at 30,000 feet.

The breaking news dumped onto my e-mail inbox and social media feeds as we were being admonished to put away our electronics for take-off. No time to download his full statement or read any reactions. All I know is that President Biden has decided to pass the torch to our vice president and a new generation of leadership for America. He has withdrawn from his sure nomination in favor of Kamala Harris. It is a selfless decision that hearkens to another great president 56 years ago who similarly put the good of the nation over his own dreams.
As a lifetime political enthusiast and history buff I am experiencing several hours of purgatory as I wonder how the nation is reacting to this patriotic decision and the prospect that America might inaugurate its first post-Baby Boom president and its first female president next January.
I have been a admirer of Joseph Robinette Biden for many years. He is such an admirable person and always a patriot. He had to overcome much to even learn to make a simple speech in school, not to mention finding the courage to put himself forward for the US Senate (youngest elected Senator in many years) despite his speech impediments. Then before he could even take office the horrible shock of losing his wife and daughter in a terrible automobile accident and having to tend to two injured young sons and face raising them on his own while commuting back and forth via Amtrak daily between Delaware and the nation’s Capitol.
After a long and respected Senate career, he served Barack Obama and our nation loyally and closely for eight years as vice president.

When in 2016 our nation’s highest office was taken by a would-be autocrat through a combination of Russian interference and a campaign of social media lies, Joe Biden stepped forward as the person best placed, despite his advanced age, to stop the fascist-supported candidate. He saved America simply by being elected in 2020.
But he did so much more than that.
After four years of chaos in foreign affairs and at home and the first serious attempt to overthrow our republican system of government; with America’s reputation smeared in the feces thrown by Trump and his MAGA supporters in America and abroad; Joe Biden brought us out of a financial mess and a worldwide pandemic, and despite worldwide inflation managed to keep American economic growth above the inflation rate — unlike most countries of the world. He rebuilt our alliances abroad, and stood up to the Putins of the world.
Driving to the airport we saw so much evidence of the economic growth and infrastructure improvements underway because of Joe Biden’s leadership. US 411 is lined with huge development. I have friends who have benefitted right there in my hometown from all that growth. There are highway projects in progress all along the way from Rome to the Atlanta airport.
America and the world are tremendously better off for Joe Biden’s leadership of the last almost four years.
Were he a few years younger with that outstanding record he would be a shoe-in for re-election. But he is eighty-one, and like his opposition (who does not have speech impediments but rather intellectual and psychological ones) sometimes misspeaks or has difficulty getting his words out as he wants.
So now we have a new prospective nominee.



Our vice president is ready. After a career as a prosecutor and Attorney General and Senator and years now a heartbeat away from the presidency, she has shown herself a practical moderate progressive who has been at Joe Biden’s side as he has navigated a VERY closely divided nation through a pandemic and an economic recovery and through a rebuilding of NATO and America’s place as the leader of the free world. They have managed to negotiate an amazing amount of good legislation including a remarkable amount of bipartisanship, given the current state of Congress.




And now I see mountains and deserts below us. What a magnificent land is America, but other lands are beautiful. Others have plains and forests and cities and farms. Their skies are as blue. But our America is more than all that. We are a land of “We the People”. The highest office in our land really is not the presdident, or the Congress, or the courts. The highest office in America is citizen.
For the three little girls sitting next to me, and for your little girls and boys, for the posterity mentioned in that first great sentence of our Constitution, this citizen wholeheartedly stands behind Kamala Harris to be our next president and I pledge as much as I possible can of my life, my fortune, and my sacred honor in the next hundred days or so to the noble cause of helping her preserve our republic, uphold our alliances, and bring more peace and prosperity to America and the world.
I call on all of my friends to step out of your comfort zone. Now is the time to come to the aid of America. Now is the time to work and vote for a small-r republican future for our posterity.
Campaign and vote blue you Arizonans down there below us. [There are jobs even for introverts — please ask!]
Campaign and vote blue you Georgians back home.
Campaign and vote blue Americans.

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Happy Birthday, Sheila!

Here we are yesterday at Cape San Blas, one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, where we honeymooned in 1971. (Photo by Clementine Carlin)

This is a picture of Sheila from about the time we married.

Early in our marriage on a hike in the Cohuttas.



Early nineties.

The 2018 Floyd County Democrat of the Year.

New parents 1983.

With her mother (Mavis) and grandmother (Annie) --three of the most admired people in my life.

Before I knew her (1949).

About 1972 at Maclay Gardens, Tallahassee

August 8, 1971.

At Cape San Blas 1971.



 

Monday, July 08, 2024

Back to the Gulf Coast

Sheila and I honeymooned near here 53 years ago (as of next month) We are here with both our daughters and both our sons-in-law, and all three grand girls to celebrate a very special birthday for Sheila (July 10). It has been several years since we have visited our Gulf Coast. (Photo by Clementine Carlin)


With our two babies.

A local resident enjoys a tide pool.

All eight of my beloved companions for the week.

Susie

Ruthie

Clemmie


The girls with their Uncle Jordan.

Seven pieces of my heart on the beach of St. Joe Bay.

Sunset from Port St. Joe.