January 9, 2017
The north woods ring—the waters gather dripping from the tops of pines, running, running, running over ancient rocks. The veerys trill up and down the scales, the warblers chime their notes through still bare twigs and the water runs, it runs down to Lake Superior swirling downstream, plunging over waterfalls just freed from ice curtains. Curious deer come to drink from the pool below lifting their heads, standing motionless to sense the air. Is it bear? Wolf? Lynx?
Sun dapples down through bare forest trees—sun streams, the ground steams, wet leaves tilt insisting on light, thrust new spikes. Water flows through mobile root hairs, roots, stems, vaporizes into air.
Wild geese weave the wind, skid along black marsh water among tangles of cat tail. Further downstream waves curl onto a rock shore polishing stones to oval and the small stones roll chinking and chunking. They assume their flat round shapes over years of grinding, finding their ease in the wave rhythms, rolling rolling, rolling. White caps bubble foam and the jade water is a dancing goddess in the middle distance between shore and horizon.
Children arrive to pick up fossils of ancient coral and to find stones to skip on a quiet day. They chase sea gulls and try to become airborne by leaping and spreading their arms. Cormorants and sooty terns rise and cleave the air. The red cheeked kids leap in the early spring breezes, their knuckles chapped. What do they care?
The bones of whales and sailors roll in the currents—some finding their way out to sea, some becoming, becoming, becoming a diatom’s shining, becoming the bones of an emerald shiner, becoming limestone shale in the loving exchange between the living and the living. The islands of Lake Superior bear greenstones and jewel like snakes. Sturgeon and trout spawn leaving pearls and coral in the crevices of rocks. A moose stands chin deep in and island lake. The islands of Lake Superior are quiet, remote and cold, littered with bones.
Curled underground, water drawn up through squeaky pumps splashes into enamel buckets—water clear and cold and tasting of iron. The iron flows through the veins of the moose and in the red cheeked children.
Loons quiver their greetings and as twilight falls, bullfrogs groan their love songs—they bellow all night long. I lay awake listening to the water lapping the night and its creatures.
September 8, 2016
Read about Great Lakes fishing in The Dynamic Great Lakes by Barbara Spring available on Amazon.com, bn.com and many other bookstores.
May 27, 2016
Pacific Salmon in Great Lakes Here is an interesting link about changes in the Great Lakes fishes.
For more information, The Dynamic Great Lakes shows how many changes happen and continue to happen in the Great Lakes. Available at Amazon.com, bn.com and many fine bookstores.
April 29, 2016
I took a walk in the wooded dunes near Lake Michigan and saw these wildflowers: Dutchman’s breeches and trout lily. This is the time of year to see these blooms.
April 8, 2016
The wetlands are important for wildlife and for filtering pollution. The great blue heron is part of the web of life found in and around the Great Lakes and especially the wetlands surrounding them. Read more about wetlands and food webs in my book,
The Dynamic Great Lakes.
March 24, 2016
Podcast: Great Lakes Book click the link.
March 26, 27 go to my podcast on Bookmarkedradio. I am interviewed by Kevin Collier about how I wrote The Dynamic Great Lakes. I also read a few poems from my other books: Between Sweetwater and Sand, Sophia’s Lost and Found and The Wilderness Within.
March 6, 2016
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January 14, 2016
Ice formation on Lake Michigan has started later than usual due to unseasonably warm weather. Now ice ridges are forming along the sandy shores of West Michigan. Just how this happens I describe in my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes.
Another phenomenon that is happening right now is pancake ice. Here is an excerpt from my book.
Pancake ice forms from sheets of ice that break off and then are like a broken plate glass window. When these pieces of ice continually knock together by the rolling action of waves, they become rounded and curled up at the edges like gigantic pancakes. Sometimes the pancake ice looks like bumper cars crashing into each other like a wild carnival ride.