There was a herd of bison walking right toward me at @YellowstoneNPS today! pic.twitter.com/sdrBvojpwF
— Deion Broxton KTVM (@DeionNBCMT) March 25, 2020
And in his honor Yellowstone has created a new poster:
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Donald Trump donated his salary to fight the virus, Nancy Pelosi asked for a raise.
This is all you really need to know.
I’m willing to cut the guy some slack. That’s the clearest, most concise reporting by the main stream media that I’ve seen in 10 or 20 years.
hahah! Funny shit.
In the winter, though, you will ski right past the bison, whose attitude is more of a “I’m surviving” one than a “If you get between me and muh mama, or muh food, I will stomp you dead!” I have had that privilege and it is cool to be a few meters from these behemoths.
Yep. Smartest reporter out there. Promotion!
American buff are a great symbol of the US and if you have never been close to one, it’s a humbling experience. The ones I’ve been close to were, to the bull, nasty tempered and easily irritated.
But just think, the American Indians could slaughter them like they were pasture Herefords, while running them down over a dangerously broken prairie, at breakneck speed on the back of a half wild mustang and with home made bows and arrows.
In reply to Jack:
Riding nearly bareback–just a bit of animal hide between their inner thighs and the slippery side of the horse! Mostly that hide was used to protect their private parts–it’s softer than the back bone of a horse! Not much help when riding 20 mph on a half trained horse on uneven ground.
We know where the wild bunch hunker down. Drove off of the secondary road one spring/summer to see the herd. Saw three females and a male and got out of the car to get closer to take pictures. One of the females was in the process of giving birth. The old man stood between her and us–never blinked and never took his eyes off of us. We looked down and backed slowly into the car !
It truly be a small world: an 85 y.o. friend from Paw Paw sent me and unreadable (the digi format) link of an article written by an Italian. She doesnt do that kinda of thing often, so, yep! I’m gonna make an effort to figure out “why this one?”
http://www.greater-yellowstone.com/2020-articles/Message-from-Italy.html
The connection is Yellowstone. The bazaar part is it is on Yellowstone Park Guide book.