“The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.” — Ecclesiastes
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
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
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That was impossible to stop watching. Yay, bears.
Grizzly bear cub ice axe arrest practice begins tomorrow at 8 am on the Inter Glacier.
You gotta love a bear..
Admit it, you grinned from ear to hear when it cleared the crest and started running after Mama.
Sometimes you just have to realize your approach is wrong and come in at the challenge from a different angle. There are no questions, only answers.
Sheer pluck and determination. I noticed that although Mama bear kept looking back at Baby bear, as soon as the cub reached the top, she headed off and Baby followed. Just another difficulty overcome. We humans would embrace, praise, and tell the world. The bears just went on with their life.
Busy this AM. Update later.
I noticed the twatter account, “im (pic of a peach) him.” You can’t escape these creeps.
OTOH–
Bravo for the bear.
JWM
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that’s the way the smart money bets!
I shamelessly stole this off the innertubes someplace:
“attributed to the Comte de Bussy-Rabutin (1618–93), ‘God is usually on the side of the big squadrons against the small,’ and Voltaire (1694–1778), ‘God is on the side not of the heavy battalions but of the best shots.’
The video has been removed … someone complained that the bears (mother and cub) were OK until the videographer “harassed” them with a drone, causing them to flee
And it is back.
Clayton, I saw a story to that effect, too. They added that mom and baby were “terrorized” by the drone. They way they ambled away once baby reached to the top belies the claim.
Did you see the drone shadow on the snow?
I’ll look again; thought that was bird shadow. The changes of zoom made me think this was filmed through a telescopic lens – not a drone. Might be wrong…
Slightly off topic but someone going elk hunting recently asked me about shooting an elk. I started to tell the story then I could tell some gal from Purchasing was trying to discretely overhear the story. Heheh. I told the guy that the cow elk herd I suddenly came upon was startled but one cow elk couldn’t run away because it was nursing a yearling, and that was the one I easily shot! By the look on her face I could tell that the Buyer was horrified!!! I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
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