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--editor / Southeastern Florida

AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 51 years all together....

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ERNST’S  The Marriage of Heaven and Earth  

Waking early this morning just before sunrise
I pull back the shades, look out over the freshly
mowed flowing Irish green grasses lining
the back yard’s edge.  I’m struck by the constant
movement of each clump of now a  near Jell-O green
shade not an allusion but more a mythical contrast
perhaps a little like waiting at the River for Charon
to ferry me across to the Underworld, and getting
a first glimpse of  the dark side.  Yes, the other side
of space yet to yield its contents, its nearly quite
unimaginable ingredients as I approach eyes fixed,
caught by the unnatural connection of the turbulent
river waters with the fire brightness of Hades.


                  for Carmen

One has only to look with appreciation
and care at your parcel of orchids to know            
that you have a lasting fondness for all
that is both lovely and loved, for those
things that bud, blossom and bloom.

For when a flower opens its petals giving
us a glimpse or one reflection of all that is
beautiful, pointing us in a clear direction
toward some of nature’s wonders, the
grasses and all that’s amidst the trees

and leaves, whether in a field, or a nearby
meadow, or in a forested woodlot with
a clear brook or a lively running stream,
it is easy to feel, to know the edge of
all that is lovely, and then understand life.



Yes, for months now I have been finding, photographing,
printing, and gathering prints of nearby local wildlife.
Some I still don’t have because I don’t always have
my camera handy.  Though I do have snapshots
of falcons, a mother and a young one nearly larger
than its provider; I do not have any of the small
anhingas that frequent two of the area ponds. Nor
do I yet have shots of the eagle, or blue jays or
red-headed woodpeckers.  And then grey herons and
little blue herons and turkey vultures I keep forgetting
to come up close enough to capture in print. They are
around frequently so I know I will gather them in.

Once I have enough, with some help, I will begin
to reprint, label, frame, and locate in space available.
But, yesterday and this morning I came upon some
unknowing workers taking out the brush and bush
cover shielding much of the ponds which were once
some of the water holes on what was part of a golf
course before it ceased to be so and has turned into
an informal bird sanctuary easily viewed during a
morning’s walk throughout the area.  Apparently one
an over-zealous manager responded to a few concerns
without any caring for what the area has become since
the course turned into disuse.  Yes, I understand some
nearby homeowners figured the growth around the pools
was breeding and sheltering areas for poisonous snakes.

And as often is the case, no one did any actual
searching the area before ordering the destruction
of the pond edge coverings.  Much less realizing
the sanctuary is helping provide for scores of area
wildlife and probably several various migrating fowl
during the approaching winter months.  His now
solution is to bulldoze the area.  My daily treks
throughout the area, near trees and the sheltering
growth around nearly every pond, are enabling me
to record and safely capture in print these creatures.



Fred Wolven, Southeastern Florida


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