During quarantine, I suddenly found myself with extra time on my hands. I studied my schoolwork, Zoomed into classes, and memorized Radiohead’s entire discography. But when my eyes grew tired from screens and the hollow strains of “Idioteque” faded from my headphones for the hundredth time, I started to crave something a little more real.
A cabinet of feathers
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been working my way through a HarvardX course titled “Tangible Things.” The course focuses on material culture–“stuff,” in a word–and it’s given me ample opportunity to reflect on the histories inherent in even the most mundane objects of everyday life.
A feather enthusiast’s bookshelf
When it comes to learning about feathers, sometimes you just can’t beat a book in terms of quality and convenience. With summer reading season in full swing, it seems like a fitting time to share some of my favorite books from my overstuffed bird bookshelf.
A little poem
A gem of a Common Raven feather that I observed in Big Bend National Park. National Parks, Wildlife Reserves, and Preserves are the lifeblood of our nation's natural resources, irreplaceable heirlooms from our land's genesis. I recently found a poem that I wrote three years ago in eighth grade. Keeping in character, I chose to… Continue reading A little poem