Metamorphosis

Article and photos  by Kelly Shea, who is currently living in Puebla, Mexico, studying Spanish and spending some much needed time as a global citizen.

Similar to the life cycle of the monarch butterfly, I find myself here in Mexico in the middle of my own metamorphosis. I am at a point in my life of BIG change. I left a “Corporate America” job back in Boston that provided a lot of comfort and financial security….but not very much happiness. Perhaps like the monarch, I felt an instinctual pull to make this change. One day, the fear of staying in that life finally became more frightening than the fear of going. So I went.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After about 4 months of living in the 4th largest city in Mexico, Puebla, and studying Spanish, I took a much-needed trip to rest and rejuvenate. When I found out the monarch wintering grounds were only about 4 hours away and the time of year was perfect for their migration to Mexico, I booked the trip immediately. Beautiful natural wonders, open space, wildlife, fresh air and water were calling my name.

The location of the Monarch wintering grounds is right near the border of two states in Mexico: Michoacán and Mexico state. “Las Mariposas Monarcas” migrate to the same small area of Mexico every year. The migration takes 3-4 generations to complete full-circle. The migration begins in Mexico and through multiple generations, the butterflies travel through the US and north to Canada, and then the 4th generation travels all the way back to Mexico from Canada: one of the longest migrations of any species.

Male – showing the thin wing veins and the scent glands on the lower wings. Bright orange color.

Female – thicker wing veins; dull orange color.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The area they migrate to is high in elevation (approx. 10,000 feet), and the cool temperature, availability of water, and the Oyamel fir trees and other trees and shrubs are perfect for them and keep them coming back each year. And they come in the millions.

Like many parts of Mexico, the economy is not great, and finding work and making a decent living wage is very difficult here. The butterflies bring the tourists, and the tourists in turn, bring the resulting jobs for some of the locals. But the forests bring other economic opportunity as well: in the form of deforestation. And so there is always an element of competition between the two. Over the years, the effects of deforestation and climate change have begun to impact the butterfly populations and the area has seen a decline in Monarch populations that migrate to the area each year.

After a 2 hour bus from Puebla to Mexico City, another 2 hour bus from Mexico City to Zitacuaro, and a 30 minute taxi ride, I arrived in the small town of Macheros (population approx. 350 people). The next morning, we walked across town and met our guides and horses. The only way up is an extremely vigorous 2-3 hour hike if you have cardiovascular ambitions. I chose to take a horse with a guide up the dusty, rocky, steep terrain. My guide and my horse worked extremely hard to get me to the top of Cerro Pelón (the name of the mountain and one of several different sanctuaries for the butterflies in the area). The ride took about 1.5 hours.

 

During the ride up the mountain, I noticed the turn in the trail when I saw the first butterfly…a hint of what was to come. By the time I got off the horse 10 minutes later, and started to walk on the trail, there were more butterflies…

One of my companions on the trip noted that it felt like we were in the middle of a Disney movie. I couldn’t agree more – it truly felt that way. I was breathless with the magic of the experience. In the morning when the temperatures are cold, the butterflies tend to huddle in large masses in the trees, too cold for them to fly. But as the sun rises and the temperature increases, they begin to fly and it is truly magnificent to see.

You can literally hear the sound of millions of wings fluttering – it sounds a lot like a whispering wind. listen…
My apologies…the video can only be seen/heard on Safari – Go to full screen for best resolution.



When you come up on a particularly dense area, you have to watch where you step or you will step on the Monarchs that cover the ground. In some places the population is so dense that they blanket the entire earth from floor to ceiling: ground, shrubs, trees and sky. In this area, the noise of their wings is incredibly loud and beautiful.

To see this incredible video, you have to use Safari, full screen.

To witness the culmination of this final stage of metamorphosis in the monarch’s life is truly breathtaking. The enormity of inspiration I can take from this experience and apply to my own path is infinitesimal. The journey of the monarch is fraught with risks and challenges, yet their instincts lead them toward the environment they need in order to flourish. Though there is much that is unknown on my path ahead, my goal is to follow my instincts each day by listening to what feels right despite the risks, challenges and discomfort that inevitably lie ahead. There is something hopeful in knowing that what works for the Monarchs and the majority of species on this planet can work for me, too.   And in this way, I hope to move toward a more authentic life.

 

The impact of this experience will be with me for the rest of my life. I will never forget the sound of a million butterfly wings, the smell of the fresh earth and pine needles, the touch of the butterfly legs on my hands and forehead, and the sights of the Mariposas Monarcas that are now permanently etched in my memory. What an incredible gift.

 

 

Resources
A great comprehensive article about the current health of the populations and the state of deforestation in the area:
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4232930/#!po=40.3846

A blog piece by one of the owners of JM Butterfly B&B regarding the recent population changes:
http://www.learner.org/jnorth/monarch/spring2017/06/pelon_sharp_030917.html

 

 

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The Eagle has Landed

​Story, photos, and artwork by James Gregory, Plymouth, MN. This the second submission Jim has made. To see more of Jim’s artwork and the work of his wife, Kristina go to:
www.oldnaturalist.com/sharing-art-from-the-heart-of-the-earth/

Eagle Wing Imprint

   “While skiing across frozen Parker’s Lake right after a new snow, I came across a solitary imprint in the snow with no tracks leading to it. Closer examination indicated that the feathers of an eagle wing, talons and a prey body had fallen from the sky and then leaped in battle to another area where a terrific fight ensued with snow disturbed fifteen feet across.
Then close by  was another area stained with blood, bits of flesh and fur and the remains of a rabbit’s leg. Studying the layout I could see the pattern of the action and could graphically imagine what had taken place.  There was a great struggle on the frozen lake, this is all that was left afterwards. Also I could see the tracks of the scavenging crows that moved in for the spoils.

  The initial image haunted me with it’s iconic wing feathers and the striking ice showing through the snow where the body had hit. After playing around with some sketches I decided to paint a depiction of the battle as shown in the snow and to tie the scuffle areas together with some sweeping brushstrokes representing the combatants. The final painting is a permanent reminder of what I saw that magical morning and a reminder to watch for inspiration from Nature!”

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My Teacher has Four Legs

Editor note: Gretchen and Dick Alford are people from the Dog Tribe and each share their story.

Gretchen:
I just returned from the second of our twice daily walks in the back woods with our now 8 year old British yellow lab Bravo, and decided to reflect on what others might describe as a routine experience.  It’s never that with Bravo, however; as each morning and late afternoon provide new scents, sounds and adventures different from yesterday and ‪tomorrow and impossible to replicate.

 

Bravo

 

The seasons change the woods in such remarkable and subtle ways as do the light, bird sounds, squirrel chases, other dogs, neighbors on walks and kids exploring.  I get to learn and appreciate on a daily basis both the complexity and simplicity of life.  My teacher has four legs, bright appealing eyes, a constantly sniffing nose, ears that can hear through windows and doors and a body that moves effortlessly through the woods’ terrain.  If I didn’t need to occasionally reign him in with my words to avoid his going into the roads that surround this little piece of heaven on earth, no words would be spoken at all to communicate fully and oh so clearly.  What a connection, what a gift, what a day brightener no matter what the weather.  I’m more in touch with the universe wherever and whenever I am with Bravo than at any other time. “Bravo to that”!

 

Dick:
Having had 6 labs in the field with me over the years, some attributes of each stand out in my memory. All had exceptional hearing, noses and retrieving ability. For half of the 21st century, our latest, 8 and ½ year old British yellow lab Bravo, has stolen my heart like none other.

When we chose him from the litter, we were told he would eat as fast as possible taking no prisoners. After inhaling the contents of his food bowl twice daily ever since, he proceeds to push it aside to capture any kernels that might have escaped. Yet, when we’re at the dinner table, this aggressive eater sits patiently and silently, large brown eyes fixed on the prize, hoping to lick our plates at meal’s end. That same stare shows up around 4:30 every afternoon, as he finds us and reminds us it’s time for a walk and supper.

On mornings when I attempt to sleep in, he goes downstairs to retrieve a shoe which he then brings up to the bed and drops on my chest. “Time to get up, Dad”. I then ask him to “go get the other one”. Sometimes he hits the mark, but often I’m presented with any one of my shoes or slippers he can find in a hurry. He also senses my moods, and quietly retreats to the stairs or loft if there’s tension in the air. He completely understands many hand gestures and one syllable voice commands.

One morning he followed me with my cup of coffee out on our deck, and as usual put his head through the railing so he could stare out at the small woods that is our back yard. He soon spotted and heard the only rooster pheasant I’d ever seen in that woods. He quickly spun around, raced back in the house and headed upstairs. When he returned, he spoke to me without a sound. He sat in front of me, head and pleading/proud eyes poised upward, with a stuffed pheasant in his mouth that he had retrieved from his toy basket. He then squeezed the toy so it would make a squawking sound. Clearly he had made the connection and presented me with the next best thing any master would treasure.

This precious dog knows us, and is still teaching us to this day with his passion, perseverance and grit!!

Bravo’s Pack

 

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Moments with Nature

Paul Vitko is an artist, and has shared some of the work from his own back yard. If you would like to see more of Paul’s work go to: paulvitko.com.


The challenge is being present in the moment, seeing, translating, and using your heart to create.  Paul Vitko

Ambush bug
Paul Vitko

Creating photographic images can challenge one very deeply. Nature responds to an inner respect for life forms, finding working boundaries, and learning to be ‘non-threatening’. These are all aspects, besides a  camera, that require developing a second nature so you can be free and feeling in the moment.

Meadowhawk
Paul Vitko

Creating images with a camera is my passion. Traveling around the world  fueled my passion, but soon the photography journey would come closer to home, like right in my backyard. By realizing what an incredible world is in the immediate environment,  I learned to ‘see’ what I wasn’t noticing

Honey Bee
Paul Vitko

An early image of a bee and flower, was my entrance into starting to grow a wildflower garden for continuous opportunities to create images about bees, insects, and flowers. The first garden was very simple, scratched a patch of dirt, scattered seeds, and then in the summer, photographed whatever showed up.

A pollen-covered honey bee
Paul Vitko

I started using a film camera in my late teens; a degree in fine arts (painting & photography); and took many thousands of images. Now when I create images, it is with my experiences, innate feelings, & knowingness. All this is present when I enter a  “zone” where linear time no longer exists. In this space, I feel ‘one’ with the environment, like I am just another life form, being present in the moment. This is where my best work takes place.

Paul Vitko

Hummingbirds bring me great joy, just to be with those moments, sitting, watching and enjoying their movements. The additional enjoyment is creating images during those moments. Yellow jackets and hummingbirds get very competitive around the feeders, especially late summer and fall, very entertaining.

Paul Vitko

Paul Vitko

Just being present in life exposes one to moments not typically noticed, like an eagle landing in a tree in my backyard. About 4 years ago, around the winter solstice, while preparing dinner, this beautiful eagle with a dead squirrel in its talons, landed on a branch that was visible out my kitchen window. My camera was nearby, I went out back to photograph it,  but unfortunately while attempting to get closer, (broke the boundary issue), the distraction was too much and it flew away.

Bald Eagle
Paul Vitko

In my opinion, one can have the fanciest or the simplest equipment, but it gets down to the eye of the person behind the camera. As with most things, there is a timing involved. Will you be present to notice, compose and create the image? It is important, to know how to use your tools, so you can let go of figuring it out. The challenge is being present in the moment, seeing, translating, and using your heart to create.

Hummingbird Moth
Paul Vitko

 

I have never been stung or bit by an insect in all my years of photographing.

Hide and Seek with a Milkweed bug
Paul Vitko

Cicada Exoskeleton
Paul Vitko

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Travels with the Earth Oracle

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I recently read an important new book on Earth Spirituality, called “Travels with the Earth Oracle”. This the story of a group of people who traveled to sacred areas around the world.The book is about engaging with the Earth in a spiritual way, through wisdom channeled from  locations around the world.  What I love about this book is that I could feel the struggle that these seekers had working to bring more planetary consciousness into their lives. If you would like to learn more about Travels with the Earth Oracle go to:

www.theearthoracle.com.

“As planetary beings your primary purpose above all others is to help

              sustain the Earth’s balance and fortify its ability to create life.”
The back cover reads: “Join us on our “Travels with the Earth Oracle” where you’ll be meeting spiritual teachers, ancient sages, warriors, planetary life forms and highly conscious beings who walked the planet long ago. Pack your boots, you’re going to be hiking a lot, climbing sacred mountains, sweating inside a great pyramid, meeting with a tribe of rain forest people, and stretching your consciousness in startling ways.

As one of the travelers said, “It is a lot cheaper and less stressful to read this book, rather than to have been a participant on one of those trips”.

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Gatewood School Poetry Residency 2016

Many thanks to the Gatewood PTO, who funded the poetry residency for many years.

Maple Leaf Glasses

Maple Leaf Glasses


 

Tiger Fly
It’s a beautiful butterfly

Golden as the sun
Sometimes I wonder
How old it was
But now I’m sad
Because it is Dead
A beautiful butterfly
I once could’ve said
Sonia Lerner

 

 

Where Does Beauty Hide?
In the diversity of cultures
In the colors on our posters
In the foggy rain on our skylight

Where Does Beauty Hide?
In the sparks of inspiration
In the brightness of our teacher
On all the different flags

Where Does Beauty Hide?
In all the growing trust and respect
In all the knowledge in the books
On everything worked for
In all of Gatewood!!

Jeulien Long-Wynne

 

 

Sea Star

Sea Star

So small and fragile
This fish eats from the bottom
It pricks your finger
Paris Cruse

 

 

 

 

 

shark jaw

shark jaw

Ocean predator
Sitting with its mouth wide open
Swimming in heaven

Jude Lulu

 

 

 

vertebra

vertebra

 

 

The whale bone is hard
Humongous and very rough

Found by the seashore
Hans Greenwood

Cottonwood

Cottonwood

The tree is so big
The leaves dance down the tree to the ground.
The wind sings to the tree and me,
I feel like an ant being among the nine tree trunks.
The branches sway,
Waving “hi” to anyone who comes by.
The leaves,have many colors,
So unique.
Isabella Gomez

Ben and Bennett

(Note  the video only plays using Safari)

Bear

Bear skull

Harder than a rock
As smooth as a stone
I wonder if my head is gonna be as big as that bone
I feel like it got hit by a gnome
Sum up the poem
It’s harder than a stone

Bennett Frodermann and Ben Joppa

 

 

Where does beauty hide?
The colorful Artwork of the halls
The pictures of families
On the American flag
In the darkness of our classroom
The sounds of the 5th grade pod
Where does the beauty hide?
Inside our school
Dee Johnston

 

 

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Gatewood School

Where Does Beauty Hide?
In the clear skies above us
In the colorful posters on the walls
On all of the flags
Where Does Beauty Hide?
In the creativeness of our artwork
In the friendship of all of us
In the designs on the couches
In the colors on the walls
Where Does Beauty Hide?
Inside the school

Kaia Johnson

 

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Deer Antlers

Furry but hard
Small but has big scratch marks
I wonder how it got scratch marks
I feel sad because the deer is gone
Without its antlers
The antlers are small
But  BIG in its own way

Isabella Gomez

 

 

student work at Gatewood School

student work at Gatewood School

Where does beauty hide
Inside the class
In the posters
Brightness of our teacher
In the sky light
In the darkness
In the friendship of all of us
The the walls in the hallways
On the flag
In the library
In the classroom.

Kevin Machoga

 

Where does beauty hide?art
In the helpings of our teachers
In the culture all around us,
In the peaceful blue sky,
In the talented work of art,
In the calmness of our library.
Inside our school

Sheily Leguizamo

 

Where does beauty hide?
In the brightness of our teacher
In the
life of the students
In the
colors of the flags
Where does beauty hide?
In the unique drawings on the walls
In the laughter of the students
In the smell of
lavender
Where does beauty hide?
In our school!
Arianna Bull

 

Where Does Beauty Hide?
Inside our classroom

In the Star Spangled Banner
In the Minnesota posters on the wall
Where does beauty hide?
In the brightness of our teacher

In all the country flags in the hall
In the artwork on the walls
Where does beauty hide?
In the Gatewood sign in front of the school

Inside of Gatewood Elementary.

Liam Raymond Urbanowicz

Where Does Beauty Hide?
In the greatness of our art.

In the sounds of learning classrooms.
On the colorful posters.
In the friendship of all of us.
Where Does Beauty Hide?
Inside the school

Layla Sremcevic

Where does Beauty hide.
In our class.
On the American flag.
In the colorful posters on the wall.
Where does Beauty hide?
In the brightness in our teacher.
In the friendship in all of us.
In the classroom’s learning.
In the library that keeps us reading.
Where does Beauty hide?
In the different culture´s flags.
In the office that has our awesome principal.
In the lunchroom that lets us eat.
In the clear skies that keeps me happy.
Where does Beauty hide?
IN OUR SCHOOL!

Jake Joseph Nordean

 

 

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Saving the Planet, One Weed at a Time

For the past 21 years, four of us have transformed an abandoned lot into a native prairie.  The project has given us an opportunity to express ourselves as guardians of the Earth.  What would our Earth be like, if all humans did even 1-2 years of guardianship service for the land?

Hoary Vervain Likes to grow in dry conditions.

Hoary Vervain
Likes to grow in dry conditions.

There is a lot of talk about “saving the planet’, but I don’t believe the Earth operates on such grandiose terms. The caring of one person is important even if it doesn’t make the evening news.

Queen of the Prairie A wetland plant in the rose family with beautifully scented flowers.

Queen of the Prairie
A wetland plant in the rose family with beautifully scented flowers.

After 3-4 years the land took on a life of its own. A blooming prairie, bees, butterflies, grasshoppers, mice, sparrows, and us guardians –  formed a web of life.  The more connected to the land we were, the more life we felt because we were included.

Cup Plant The leaves of the plant form a "cup" that birds and insects drink from.

Cup Plant
The leaves of the plant form a “cup” that birds and insects drink from.

 

When we first started creating the Friends of the Trail Prairie, people walking by on the bike path would shake their heads in disbelief. Once a policeman stopped and asked me if I was feeling okay. One observer summed up all the other people’s thoughts, “What are you doing down there, do you know?”. It is no wonder, people were in disbelieve. It was an abandoned lot sandwiched between a suburban road and a bike path. One acre of European spurge, Canada thistle, ragweed, and brome grass.

Native Big Bluestem We plant over a hundred plants a year. We use the burlap from Peace Coffee to control weeds for the first two years.

Native Big Bluestem
We plant over a hundred plants a year. We use burlap from Peace Coffee to control weeds for the first two years. All new plantings need to be watered by hand.

The weeds in most restored prairies are treated with a heavy dose of  Round-up and land is left fallow for a year.  In 21 years we have not done any herbicide spraying because of the detriment that herbicides have on the land and on the subsurface water table.

Pale Coneflower

Pale Coneflower

Being at the prairie is like ingesting a type of food that I need for my own survival.

Butterflyweed A favorite of monarchs and pollinators.

Butterflyweed
A favorite of monarchs and pollinators.

 

This past season many of our native grasses did not grow. The thatch has built up over the years and smothered many of our plants. We need a burn on the prairie to reduce the thatch and weeds, but have been unable to get a permit from our city. Now we must extend our guardianship to the city government to speak up for the land.

Mountain Mint An August favorite of my types of pollinators.

Mountain Mint
An August favorite of many types of pollinators.

People walk by the prairie now and say, “It looks beautiful, thanks for your service”.
My thought is,
“It is not a service, but a partnership with the land.  We get more from the prairie, than we actually give”.

Rattlesnake Master A favorite of pollinators in July. The plant is a a northern type of agave .

Rattlesnake Master
A favorite of pollinators in July. The plant is a a northern type of agave .

 

The prairie has been beautiful this season because of all the rain we have had. But there have been several drought years. During those years, it was painful to be on the land and watch the plants slowly die from the lack of water. However, following those drought summers, the plants emerged, alive again.

Friends of the Prairie 21 years later

Friends of the Prairie
21 years and counting

Having a relationship with the land is different than landscaping a yard. At the prairie we encourage some plants to grow, by watering and protecting them from aggressive weeds. But in the end, the plants tell us whether they want to live or die there.

 Ironweed Blooms in late July to early August

Ironweed
Blooms in late July to early August

Reader Dale Antonsen’s comment was very touching:
You said it all with- “The more connected to the land we were, the more life we felt because we were included.” Your efforts have been repaid one-hundred-fold. A true guardian, one who finds their encouragement (and benefit) from a simple flower, the flutter of wings and buzz of happy bees.

Monarda If you give it too much love it tends to take over. A favorite of pollinators in mid July.

Monarda or Bee Balm
If you give it too much love it tends to take over.
A favorite of pollinators in mid July.

Hannah Arms Reginold

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Lucy Smith

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Walking on Sacred Land

A true story by Eric Wickiser and the Old Naturalist. Only the names have changed.

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One day weasel and deer mouse traveled to one of the canyons in the Badlands of  South Dakota to connect with the spirits of the land. Weasel found a rock that had special powers and would speak to him. The rock told him that there were spirits alive in the bluffs and weasel waited for them to make contact with him.

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The spirit offering

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But every time weasel stood beneath the bluffs, the spirits were silent. Weasel began to look around the canyon and noticed that there were beautiful stones everywhere. He collected them in his bag and made an offering to the spirits, but the spirits were silent.
Spires

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weasel moved up the canyon examining the rock walls. The patterns in the rocks and the tall spires made his heart soar. Weasel thought, “Surely, the spirits will speak to me here.” Weasel’s body felt heavy and he fell into a deep sleep in the shade of the summer sun. When he awoke he realized the spirits did not speak in the weasel tongue and that he needed to start listening in completely different way.

Toad Stool

Toad Stools

 

UpliftingFormationsFossil

 

mouse tracks in mud

mouse tracks in mud

 

Fossilized deer jaw

Fossilized deer jaw

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Possible squid fossil

Possible squid fossil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By  taking his time, weasel was able to notice things he had never seen before. Beautiful fossils, rocks and plants and skeletons of other animals laying on the ground.  Slowly weasel came to understand that this canyon was untouched by other weasels.  His brother, deer mouse, told him that the land in this canyon was totally alive and that nothing could be removed because everything was sacred. Time was no more and they were surrounded by abundant life.

Natural rock sculpture

Natural rock sculpture

Blazing Star

Blazing Star

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weasel and deer mouse slowly moved through the canyon in awe. Rocks, plants, grasses, old cedars, and even mud sculptures were all speaking to them. It touched their spirits deeply to be connected in such a way to the land.
HeartRock

Weasel knew that if he started taking objects, the magic of this land would be destroyed. His paws were quivering with the desire to take some of the beauty for his own, and that is when his friend, coyote appeared and told him that all this beauty was already a part of him and he only had to search inside of himself to find it.

Coyote Track

Coyote Track

 

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Weasel and deer mouse’s pace increased, something was calling them up the canyon. The river bed ended at a huge dry waterfall. They could go no further. Deer mouse said that the land did not want them to enter the sacred place. Weasel and deer mouse lingered at the base, savoring the feeling that their souls were being nurtured by the sacredness. As they walked back down the riverbed, their hearts were full and they realized that they would carry  this story back to their friends and relatives. Walking along quietly, they were aware that to really see and hear, they had to open their hearts, their minds and ears and take the time to drink in the rich beauty that surrounded them.

 

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Thirteen Year-old Naturalist

Felix Fettig at work

Felix Fettig at work

Felix Fettig is passionate about butterflies, native plants and amphibians. In 3rd grade Felix started raising monarch caterpillars and has done this activity for the past five years.

I just feel really passionate about this. I have raised monarchs, painted ladies, red admirals, polyphemus moths luna moths, cecropia moths, red spotted purples, viceroy, giant swallowtails, black swallowtails and tiger swallowtails. In all, I have raised and released hundreds of butterflies. This has got me a lot more interested in life science. I also like to growing carnivorous plants and love amphibians. That is why we built the pond up on the hill. Amphibians are very important because they are an indicator species.”

Butterfly garden, designed and planted by Felix when he was in 5th grade.

Butterfly garden, designed and planted by Felix when he was in 5th grade.

Felix's original butterfly garden plan

Felix’s original butterfly garden plan

White admiral in the butterfly garden.

White admiral in his butterfly garden.

 

Black swallowtail larvae. Felix Found the eggs on the parsley and dill and is feeding them Golden Alexander leaves.

Black swallowtail larvae. I found the eggs on the parsley and dill and am feeding them Golden Alexander leaves.”

 

This one is the tiger swallowtail. It is in its 5th instar and will turn brown soon. That is when you know it is going to pupate. I feed it green ash.

This one is the tiger swallowtail. It is in its 5th instar and will turn brown soon. That is when you know it is going to pupate. I feed it green ash.”

Felix was in 5th grade when he made this drawing.

Felix was in 5th grade when he made this drawing.

 

Monarch pupae. I raised the monarchs from eggs in my butterfly garden.

Monarch pupae.
“I raised the monarchs from eggs that were on the milkweed  in my butterfly garden.”

 

 

Salamander yearly migration cycle.

Salamander yearly migration cycle.

 

 

“The drawing above shows vernal pond and wintering pond/lake. The adults can’t breed in the wintering pond because the fish will eat the larva and adults. In the spring salamanders migrate to a vernal pond (has no fish and dries up in late spring). The adults lay their eggs and the larvae metamorphose before the pond dries up in the spring. They then spend the summer underground in the moist soil of the vernal pond and travel to the wintering pond/lake in the fall.”

 

Amphibian pond that Felix designed and built.

Amphibian pond that Felix designed and built last year.

 

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Shadows Then Light – Wolf Ridge 2016

Old Naturalist: The Hopkins Field Biology Camp has been run by Scott Stillman for 18 years. He recently received a “Life Changer” award for his work with children and nature. During this year’s camp, I was surrounded by natural beauty, but the most inspiring thing for me was interacting with the young adults campers.

Photo by Jack Gunderson

Photo by Jack Gunderson

 

The Shadow
Like death falls the shadow
The blue, the green, the yellow
Everywhere this shadow lurks
Waiting
Until the golden rays bleed through.
Not to end, but to aid.
And when the shadow rises
You will learn its name
       Silence
Like the fog coming to trap the trees.
We can learn many things from silence.
Kathryn Sherman

Jessie Kurus photographing a Pitcher plant

Jessie Kurus photographing a pitcher plant

 

I think I have been killed one thousand times.
Although it is hard to count over the chimes.
For that’s the noise I make as I do die
I think it is God making a small noise
For each moment I lived in gentle poise
They count carefully and would never lie
I know the answer is carved in the stone
With this knowledge, I will not be alone.
So there is no reason to sit and mope
It is okay that I will die again.

For that means I will be a thousand men.
My future is all, at least I hope
Sarah Coval

Photo by Jackson Risser

Photo by Jackson Risser

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Nuala Kelly – Foley

Old Naturalist Note: Nuala said her work represents the expansiveness of the universe and the Earth is the blue dot at the top.


The summer sun is setting

Everyone is forgetting
The troubles of the day.
The calmness of the fallen trees
The serenity of waving leaves
The sun sinks towards the rolling hills.
Taking with it daytime’s thrills
The night bears arms to the open sky
Where the moon is soon to rise.
Bringing with it night’s unrest
The darkness pressing in your chest.
Then sleep will come

And next the sun,
Will rise outside your window.
Catriona Ray

A water droplet on a water lily. Photo by Soso Waterman

A water droplet on a water lily.
Photo by Soso Waterman

 

Tiny explorers determined and quick
High up above and deep under wet earth
Climb the trees tall and lark off at a flick
Forever never to learn caution’s worth
Tiny explorers hungry and buzzing.
Alighting on those that just wish them gone
Shooed half away with distracted fussing
Returning as soon as defences yawn.
Tiny explorers, jewel-bright and alive
Crawling and winging to sights unforeseen.
Rianna Ray

Mink Frog photo by Taylor Hedlund

Mink Frog
photo by Taylor Hedlund

 The leaf Jackson Risser

The leaf
Jackson Risser

 

 

An old gnarled giant of a tree
Fell from cloudless skies
To a darken underworld and buzzing flies
Illuminated by its old friend, the sun.

The broken branches envy the lofty trees
And remembers standing tall
Having leaves gilded with light
Whispering to the wind passing by.

The old tree finds happiness on the ground
It grows to like the chatter of squirrels
The whistling of grass and buzzing of flies
No longer missing the sky.
Lucy Smith

Rock Wall Dancer photo by Maggie Lund

Rock Wall Dancer
photo by Maggie Lund

 

Stream Study

Stream Study

 

The Dragonfly
Gliding on cellophane wings
A master of flight
Chasing other males from its spot
Feasting in the warmth of the day
You bless the land for all to see
What is it like to live a pond as a nymph?
And then take your first flight?
I feel the freedom in your wings
And long to be a partner with the wind
To see the world through your eyes
Teach me dragonfly, to let go
Of my tether to the land
And come to your world.
Lawrence Wade

Bethany Catcka

Bethany Cacka

Photo Gallery

Stream analysis

Stream analysis

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Voyageurs photo by Jim Ikhaml

Voyageurs
photo by Jim Ikhaml

 

emerald Jewelwing

emerald Jewelwing

Indian Pipe Photo by Jackson Risser

Indian Pipe
Photo by Jackson Risser

Wetland Study

Wetland Study – Mud City Photo by Jack Gunderson

Photo by Paul Pressnall

Photo by Paul Pressnall

Bullfrog

Bullfrog

Slug Alert!

Slug Alert!

Photo by Jack Gunderson

Photo by Jack Gunderson

 

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