Date: 6/13/20 8:47 am
From: Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...>
Subject: Re: [VTBIRD] June 13, 2020: Coyote Hollow, Thetford Center
Thank you, Jeanne.

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 10:59 AM Jeanne Wisner <jeewiz15...> wrote:

> Short response to Ted levin..... are you making a book of these daily
> essays? I would love to buy it to hold and reread. They are a glowing
> beginning. To my every day. Thank you!!
>
> Jeanne Wisner
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> > On Jun 13, 2020, at 10:38 AM, Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...> wrote:
> >
> > 5:17 a.m. 49 degrees, wind WNW 2 mph. Sky: a moveable feast of color and
> > shape; unevenly overcast and amorphous with blushes of pink in the east,
> > congestion and less colorful in the west; eastern sky morphs to
> > cotton-balls and gauze, which slide past a half-moon; fractures and
> > separates as time goes on. Mistless dawn. On the pond: duck trail
> through a
> > veneer of pollen. No sign of duck, which shelters in the wetlands. Lone
> > green frog twangs; needs to be tuned.
> >
> > Proclamations: Nashville warbler loud and clear; black-throated blue not
> as
> > loud, not as clear; ovenbird, yellowthroat, red-eyed video, swamp
> sparrow.
> > Shameless chestnut-sided warbler sings right in front of me; I can almost
> > touch him; an altogether beautiful bird—yellow crown, black mask and
> > mustache, white throat, chest, and belly, chestnut sides, wings and back
> > streaked black and white. A veery, volume turned down, spins a subtle
> > version of his song, soft and distant but still grand. Robin, possibly
> the
> > very same one I watched yesterday, searches the road; finds another
> smashed
> > June bug . . . swallows and blinks.
> >
> > Every morning's walk is deliciously different, each a line in an endless
> > manuscript multi-authored by clouds, trees, streams, mammals, amphibians,
> > turtles, and birds. Edited by the seasons and by trends, some
> > surreptitious, some blatant, some unknown. A narrative influenced by time
> > beyond reckoning. Snakes make cameo appearances, solemn as prophets,
> > unspooling on the fringe. Insects may hijack a plotline, of which there
> are
> > many . . . for a spell. Narrative threads, like cloudscapes, unstable,
> > ever-evolving. Things too small to describe may have already composed the
> > ending. Every valley is an ongoing tale. I see such a *very *small part
> of
> > my valley's improbable and dependable details; and no two people could
> > *ever* read this day or this valley (any valley) quite the same. What
> makes
> > this manuscript worthwhile, what tethers me to these walks, besides the
> > fact I'm part of the story, is the predictability of change. An
> > inexhaustible commodity. The only constant in a constantly unpredictable
> > world.
> >
> > On the road: A piece of luna moth wing, pink and pale green, like heaven
> > and Earth.
>
 
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