our daily walk

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Afternoon hike, a return to Memorial Bluff, which is now closed to motor traffic for the season. There are stairs, buried beneath a layer of autumn leaves, that take the walker off the paved road and onto a wooded path, collecting small reddish ticks and burs along the way. We heard the echo of an eagle call above and Penelope stirred up a whirling grouse. Buckthorn, paper birch, sugar maple, smooth sumac, bur oak. Prairie and forest. Full set of pictures in this post on my field | work blog.

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Each step we take creates a cool breeze, refreshing our body and mind. Every step makes a flower bloom under our feet.
- Thich Nhat Hahn

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
- Walt Whitman

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in seeing with new eyes.
- Marcel Proust

The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts. This creates an odd consonance between internal and external passage, one that suggests that the mind is also a landscape of sorts and that walking is one way to traverse it. A new thought often seems like a feature of the landscape that was there all along, as though thinking were traveling rather than making.
- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Sunday, October 25, 2009

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