I recently had the opportunity to take a hike through the Shenandoah National Park of Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains. Even in near-winter, the park looks absolutely stunning, with rushing mountain waterfalls and purple mountain majesty stretching into the horizon. The dense deciduous forest habitat seems to be a favorite of American Robins. Over the course… Continue reading Robin feathers from Shenandoah
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 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