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It’s been quiet here, but I haven’t been slacking, I swear! Lots of energy and time is going into a new venture that I think you’ll like: Birdseed.

birdseed: a fieldguide in small bites

Since March, I’ve been painting familiar birds each week, and posting them along with small natural histories. I figure everyone knows at least ten birds already, but the more the merrier! And I get plenty of painting practice while I’m at it!

So if you like things like this:

Skip on over and check the rest of them out! You can subscribe if you have a Tumblr account, or you can check back each Monday morning for each week’s post. Hope to see you over there!

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2014 TFW Gift Guide

The day after Thanksgiving, I woke up and said, “It’s Christmastime!” like a kid actor in a department store commercial. But I really meant it. Oh boy, did I mean it. And yes, I know that Christmas isn’t about cookies or trees or presents. It’s about the Christmas Bird Count. And presents. No wait…

Anyway, what I mean is that I always think twice about doing a gift guide because Christmas really isn’t about getting presents. But I do love to give gifts, and since I don’t have that many naturalists on my list this year (I’m planning on converting my entire family by next November), maybe a nature lover on your list could use a little something special this year.

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1. Mason Bee House: Mason bees are excellent pollinators, and harmless to wooden structures. And this teardrop bee house is super cute, not gonna lie.

2. Warm Long Underwear: A simple treat. Also absolutely necessary for winter snooping.

3. PRBY Long-Sleeved Shirt, featuring U.S. Bird Banding Laboratory code for Northern Goshawk. PRBY is code for Punk Rock Big Year. Their bad-ass apparel will have your friends asking where they can go see that cool band, NOGO.

4. Geode Earrings: These make me think of the clear night sky over Death Valley National Park.

5. The Sierra Club Guide to Sketching in Nature: The best book on sketching I’ve read yet.

6. Water Brush: Pair with #8…

7. Waist Pack: After years of trying to find the perfect backpack setup for nature snoops, this past summer I discovered the benefits of the fanny pack. This one is big enough for a field guide or two, a sketching kit, keys, phone, and magnifying glass.

8. Mini Watercolor Palette: Pocket-sized paints to go. Combine with #6 to for a compact field sketching kit.

 

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9. WTF, Evolution?!: This book is based on one of my very favorite blogs. Exactly my taste in slightly raunchy, gross-out humor, coupled with a hysterical voice and relentless curiosity.

10. Birds and Beans Coffee: Shade-grown and fair trade. Creates wintering habitat for some of our most beloved songbirds, while helping coffee farmers make a living caring for their land (splurge on the Holiday Gift Set, a dozen 12 oz. bags of beans)

11. Milkweed Seeds: Use the Xerces Society’s seed finder to determine which species are native to your giftee’s county. More varieties are available through Prairie Moon Nursery.

12. Universal Digiscoping Adapter for binoculars and spotting scopes: A gadget that lets your smartphone camera play nice with your big lenses. This one adjusts to almost every smartphone and scope combination available, even my giant Galaxy S5.

13. Sibley Birds of North America App: It’s a biggun, but it’s a good one. Works on Android and iPhone, and includes song files for when you desperately need help telling a Willow from an Alder flycatcher (quietly, so you don’t disturb the birds). Here’s how to give an app as a gift

14. Headlamp: For mothing, and owling, and sneaking out into the dark woods to look for foxes.

15. Field & Stream Elite SMARTHEAT Gloves: I found a lighter weight version of these gloves earlier this season, and I snatched them up so fast. The grippy silicon on the palms keeps heavy lenses safe, and the touch-screen finger tips mean you don’t have to expose your fingers to the freezing cold to capture that Instagrammable iceberg.

16. Arctic Fox and Northern Lights print: It was really hard to pick just one of artist David Scheirer’s paintings to feature. I love his illustrations as much as his more realistic watercolors. There’s something for everybody in his gorgeous Etsy shop.

17. Tick-repelling Gaiters: Worth their weight in gold. Pair with a lint roller for maximum tick removing power.

 

Notes: This isn’t *my* wishlist, as I have, and enjoy many of these items. These are also not affiliate links.

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Arctic Dreams

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This post is a review of a book I’m still reading. Sort’ve.

But let me start from the beginning.

My friend the naturalist buys used copies of books he loves to pass on to friends. (I plan to adopt this practice myself someday.) A few months ago, he gave me a book originally published in 1989, Arctic Dreams, by Barry Lopez. It’s one of those fat old pocket-sized Bantam editions with a yellowed paper cover and endorsements from every major newspaper, the kind that’d be buried between the bodice rippers and the Grisham reprints in the grocery store paperback section.

I received the book in the middle of a delicious August, and I was far from the right mood to read about ice and tundra in the last days of the summer I wanted to last forever. Well, actually I didn’t want to face the heartbreak of a historical Arctic not long past but gone.

But these old paperbacks call to me. Maybe it’s a leftover frisson that lingers from snooping in my grandma’s Harlequin romances? I never shelved Arctic Dreams. It waited on my desk. I don’t remember why I finally picked it up.

This is meant to be a book recommendation, but I don’t think I’ve really gotten around to that part. I’ll try again.

Mr. Lopez says,

“We desire not merely to know the sorts of things that are revealed in scientific papers but to know what is beautiful and edifying in a faraway place.”

He poses this thought almost exactly in the middle of the book that answers the need he describes. For all the years of travel covered in this book, he’sbeen bearing witness to the Arctic, what is beautiful and edifying about a faraway place most of us earthlings will never approach.

Mr. Lopez accumulated years in the Arctic not because its beauty wasn’t pure or apparent, but maybe because it took that long to learn how to explain what is beautiful and edifying about it, to learn the things that matter about the polar bear and the muskox and the narwhal. His savory prose is layered and complicated, and lyrical and full of words that slow me down: keen observations of arctic wildlife sifted into Mr. Lopez’s sometimes transcendent descriptions of ice bergs and taiga, suspended between explorations of Western and Inuit ways of knowing, with deep respect toward the latter and self-aware critique of the former.

If you mean to fall in love with a place you’ve never been, Arctic Dreams is the romance for you and a heartbreaking natural history. Read it.<

Here’s the sort’ve-not-a-book-review part of this post: It’s been years since I wrote in a book, but the passage that follows what I quoted above had me scrambling for something to write with. It’s underlined in my copy now—only in pencil, but I think I’ll go back over it with ink so I can find it moreasily when I need it. Here, for you:

“Considering the tradition of distant travelers, the range of their interests and the range of their countrymen’s desire to know, the government camp on Cornwallis Island seemed an impoverished outpost. There were no provisions there for painters, for musicians, for novelists. And there were no historians there. If the quest for knowledge in any remote place is meant in an egalitarian sense to be useful to all, then this is a peculiar situation. Yet it is no different from what one would find in a hundred other such remote places around the world. Whenever we seek to take swift and efficient possession of places completely new to us, places we neither own nor understand, our first and often only assessment is a scientific one. And so our evaluations remain unfinished.” (itals. mine)

I often try to figure out what exactly I’m trying to do in all these spaces I occupy on the internet. Whether I’m trying to be an artist or a wordsmith or a teacher or a scientist. How and why I’m bearing witness to the tiniest remote places buried under our noses and twined into our neighborhoods, and what my medium is after all. Or at least, what I want it to be, especially on this internet where science seems to own all the conversations about the natural world. We have to be so careful when we add in the art and the poetry, even if we’re only applying our human lens to nature’s art.

But I could almost make this passage into a personal statement. Flip some pronouns, re-state it positively in an active voice. I mean to be the painter, the novelist, the historian in the remote places, to tip the quest for knowledge in favor of anyone who cares, whatever approach reaches folks.

It’s strange and welcome when someone else’s words reach across a page to the exact place where you’re standing. Especially when you’re busy trying to decide where that place is.

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