Value for Tuesday of Week 17 in the season of Growth

Chronicling Nature

Nature tells a vast, fascinating story.

  • A good photograph is knowing where to stand. [attributed to Ansel Adams]
  • The Sierra should be called, not the Nevada or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. And after ten years of wandering and wondering in the heart of it, rejoicing in its glorious floods of light, the white beams of the morning streaming through the passes, the noonday radiance on the crystal rocks, the flush of alpenglow, and the irised spray of countless waterfalls, it still seems above all others the range of light, the most divinely beautiful of all the mountain chains I have ever seen. [John Muir]
  • I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. [attributed to Claude Monet]

Real

True Narratives

The air varies in different regions, at different seasons of the year, and even different hours of the day. The odorous, fresh sea-breezes are distinct from the fitful breezes along river banks, which are humid and freighted with inland smells. The bracing, light, dry air of the mountains can never be mistaken for the pungent salt air of the ocean. The air of winter is dense, hard, compressed. In the spring it has new vitality. It is light, mobile, and laden with a thousand palpitating odours from earth, grass, and sprouting leaves. The air of midsummer is dense, saturated, or dry and burning, as if it came from a furnace. When a cool breeze brushes the sultry stillness, it brings fewer odours than in May, and frequently the odour of a coming tempest. The avalanche of coolness which sweeps through the low-hanging air bears little resemblance to the stinging coolness of winter. The rain of winter is raw, without odour, and dismal. The rain of spring is brisk, fragrant, charged with life-giving warmth. I welcome it delightedly as it visits the earth, enriches the streams, waters the hills abundantly, makes the furrows soft with showers for the seed, elicits a perfume which I cannot breathe deep enough. Spring rain is beautiful, impartial, lovable. With pearly drops it washes every leaf on tree and bush, ministers equally to salutary herbs and noxious growths, searches out every living thing that needs its beneficence. [Helen Keller, The World I Live In (1907), Chapter V, “The Finer Vibrations”.]

Chroniclers of nature:

Technical and Analytical Readings

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

Poetry

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Nature as music:

Gary Stroutsos was a jazz flautist before taking up the Hopi Long Flute, an instrument that had been lost for many centuries. The music evokes the movement of clouds.

  • Songs for Leena: Improvisations on the Hopi Long Flute” (2021) (59’)
  • Öngtupqa; Sacred Music of the Hopi Tribe” (2019) (53’) 

Spell Songs is a group that is creating songs about nature. “Spell Songs is a musical evolution of both The Lost Words & The Lost Spells books by acclaimed author Robert Macfarlane and award-winning illustrator Jackie Morris; creating a listening experience that intersects music, literature, language and art, as a call to reawaken our love of the wild.

Arnold Bax tone poems:

Other compositions:

Albums:

Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

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