Mist
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,—
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men’s fields.
— Thoreau
Temple School/Peabody Bookstore
I Lived the #VanLife. It Wasn’t Pretty.
Caity Weaver’s pursuit of the manifest destiny of the millennial generation ended up looking better in the photos. (The New York Times Magazine)
O Me! O Life! – Walt Whitman
Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir in Yosemite & The Conservation of the National Parks
4/4/2020
THE WORLD IS ON FIRE, AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS SIT ON A LOG AND LOOK AT BIRDS
Letting go, giving myself over to the serenity of doing nothing but staring at little feathered weirdos, was enough to put gas in the emotional tank — while making me consider going to the sporting goods store and finally buying binoculars. (MIC)
How Much Do Things Really Cost?
I ask myself this question all the time! (The New Yorker)
Why People Are Acting So Weird
Crime, “unruly passenger” incidents, and other types of strange behavior have all soared recently. Why?
(The Atlantic)
Dean’s List 