Field notes revisited

Hit and Miss #474

One of those weekends that passes in a space-y haze, where you’re not quite sure what you did or why you feel a bit down. But T nudged me toward a good remedy, a solo walk in the park before dinner. I opted to leave my phone at home, keeping my pockets light and my memorializing analog.

I took my old birding route, flipping through my observations notebook and reviewing notes from Octobers past. It’s been five years since I wrote in the book (why? why does any habit fade?), but I added a new entry today, recording the five wood ducks I saw zooting through the reeds (and the chirps and squeaks I heard!). I whispered some Mary Oliver while kneeling at the water’s edge before meandering back home.

It didn’t flip the day from down to up, nor did it fix things completely. But a change of scene and pace always helps, even if just in some small way.


Let’s try a new format today: title and tags.

All the best for the week ahead!

Lucas