nature
The Science and Nature of Wanderlust, tourism, landmarks for nature buffs and more.
The World Is Temporarily Closed
Do you hear it? That noise which will shake you with a longing for escape. I hear it now, that noise of old travel and rusty steel. The humid night air hits my already sweaty skin as I push open the squeaky basement window. The train is far; farther than I'd like, but I stay and listen. I let the noise wash over me. First my bruised and scarred hands, then my tattered and scratched up arms. It inches its way along my body until it reaches the very bottom of my feet, making them ache. Is this what its like to have nostalgia for a past I've never lived?
By Madi Mable4 years ago in Wander
The "Muddy" Maple
Everyone calls the Maple river the “Muddy” Maple. The bottom is so muddy you sink when you walk on it. It feels like you have weights on your feet, it is like quicksand! The water looks a nasty brown because of the mud. If it did not have its muddy bottom the water would be as clear as a bottled water. The “Muddy” Maple smells fishy, just after a summer storm.
By Constance Mason4 years ago in Wander
The Sunshine Park
I consider myself extremely lucky to live where I do. Not in this particular town necessarily, but the area within the town, where I find myself having lived for the entirety of my 24 years. On the outskirts of a commonly busy and bustling urban city, my little corner of this world feels almost alien compared to the norm of the central hub, just a 15 minute drive away from where I reside. Nothing much feels like it's changed round these parts; people leaving their houses for a daily dose of exercise seems just as much as it would usually. Albeit a quiet community, where maintaining our 2 meter distance from each other is quite easy, some do take advantage of the ever growing restoration of a few of our freedoms. And who can blame them, certainly not me knowing what world lies just mere meters from my home.
By Siobhan Pickett4 years ago in Wander
Stand Barefoot With Me
Feel the tiny pebbles underneath your tender soles on the cool concrete of my lanai. Wiggle your toes. It hurts a little. We haven't been standing on pavement for the entire Winter. It's time to be sock-free and let our pale feet shine. Once we get comfortable -- no tiny sharp points jabbing our heels -- breathe with me. Close your eyes. The Sun's warmth invigorates our entire bodies. Breathe in. Breathe out. Before we open our eyes, just listen. Feel the wind caress your face.
By Lorre Black4 years ago in Wander
Where Will The Sky Take Me Next?
I lay out on my sunken brown couch around 4 or 5pm everyday. I often try to find something to watch on TV but I can’t seem to find anything when I want to half the time, almost like it’s not meant to watch TV at that hour. From the corner of my eye, I can see the reflection of the sun beaming off the trees that sit in front of my large windows. The trees become this super dark yet bright vibrant tone of green. I become intrigued to watch the gold sun make its way out of the world creating a lavender sky for the evening, paving a perfect tone for the moon and stars to appear… if they do. I can’t see the sky directly from the view of my couch, little parts of it may bleed through the trees though. I determine when the sun is walking towards its goodbye when the trees begin to lose its vibrance and turn to pastels. I guess it’s my way of seeing the sky change. Because one blink, and the sun sets without saying a word like if we watch her fall, then we know all the secrets of the world.
By Raven Williams 4 years ago in Wander
Life as a Housesitter: From East Coast Suburbia to Texas Countryside
The Porch I love this country life. I love it so much I’ve been waking up at 4:30am for the chance to appreciate it dressed in its early morning garb. It is nice being alone in my solitude, the morning chill lying just outside the window, the darkness and silence settled like a blanket covering the world that lies in a murmuring sleep. The land is absolutely beautiful and we live in a farmhouse that is just the perfect size: nothing more, nothing less.
By Annette Kim4 years ago in Wander
Chocolate Falls
Let’s just say this isn’t your typical “clear waters” type of falls! Because of the snow melting from the mountains and monsoon season approaching, this location creates what people call The Grand Falls, or as I like to say, the Chocolate Falls (Willy Wonka must have been somewhere around). It is located about 45 minutes northeast from Flagstaff in Leupp, AZ on the Navajo Reservation. This 185 ft. waterfall is connected to the Little Colorado River, another reason why it is it given such a muddy look all throughout. I have been wanting to see this place for a while now, so my sister and I finally took the drive out there to see it.
By Krystal Chubirka4 years ago in Wander