Itâ€™s been awhile since Iâ€™ve posted anything – hereâ€™s the mighty Willamette River in flood stage after several days of hard rain, something rare for our area. The dams upriver needed some relief and expansive clay soils get saturated so you end up with this. This is near campus, from the river that leads you to the ball stadiums and Preâ€™s Trail (the most famous of the running trails we have here) . . I hope to update this more regularly once again. Weâ€™ll see. Hope Spring is treating folks well -Â
â€œIn our modern lifestyle we are not runners anymore. So we are basically disconnected from what we previously had to do. Most of us are out of shape and we donâ€™t have to run for our hamburger or our dinner. But deep down we are still all runners and so our minds, as much as our muscles are part of this running phenotype.â€
This was created by a friend of mine who is a Landscape Architecture professor here in the College of Design. Basically he took the published data for the dates and times of the sunrise and sunset and created a chart. It shows the dates and times of the earliest SUNSET, after which the light lasts a little bit longer each evening. Also on the chart is the time of the latest SUNRISE, afterwhich the sunrise will begin rising a little bit earlier as the planet makes its way around the sun. Great graphic of this phenomenon, in my opinion. 🙂
Of course there are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation, and of which words offer only a remote echoâ€”or to which silence is by far the best response. Nature does not name itself. Granite does not self-identify as igneous. Light has no grammar. Language is always late for its subject. Sometimes on the top of a mountain I just say, â€œWow.â€
Robert Macfarlane lives in Cambridge and is author of The Wild Places and The Old Ways. The text that appears here is adapted from his book Landmarks, forthcoming from Trafalgar in June.