The Great Trinity Forest Hike

Now that I have a new camera, I will post photos after our Saturday hike along the Trinity River's edge. Perhaps freeze hawks in mid-flight and discover photogenic woodland creatures on the beaten path.

I was reminded of Thoreau last night. To christen the hike, here are a few Transcendental verses. Please chant the following to yourself using the "NightSwimming" melody from REM. I'm listening to it right now and, strangely, the oboe (hautebois) works with Thoreau's rhyme.

It is no dream of mine,
To ornament a line;
I cannot come nearer to God and Heaven
Than I live to Trinity Forest even.
I am it's stony shore,
And the breeze that passes o'er;
In the hollow of my hand
Are its water and its sand,
And its deepest resort
Lies high in my thought.

Thoreau did not want to play a part of the landscape, of his pond. He wanted to become the landscape. So will I.

I'd like to thank Amanda Owens for giving me my 'Idea' book last weekend. I don't know who said this, but I'll quote it anyway: 'Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.' My next entry will be about the Morgan rabbits & the Great Flood.