Posted by: greentangle | April 12, 2018

Glory Days, Part One

Over the years and moves, I’ve thrown out most of the pre-digital photos I had, including some that I can remember very clearly but couldn’t find recently. I decided to put copies of some of the survivors on my computer so I’ve been photographing old photographs and thought I’d share some.

I had some experience with wolves long before I ever moved to Minnesota or Yellowstone. These were taken at an education center in Massachusetts. It still exists but according to their website, contact with the wolves is no longer allowed. Maybe the friendlier wolves died, or someone didn’t have eyes in the back of his head. Even back then, we weren’t allowed in alone, and were told to be alert and ready to follow instructions immediately.

I was also lucky enough to have some experience with raccoons. Not only was I surrounded by this gaze of finger-sucking kits, but my own gaping gaze at a couple getting a taste of the world prior to their release led the photographer to refer to me as the missing Kratt brother.

I’ve always loved fog and mist which was probably one of the reasons I was drawn to Duluth and still mourn the loss of its majestic foghorn. Duluth isn’t in these two old favorites though; instead it’s a black dog walking at Arnold Arboretum in Boston, and the since fallen arch at Tettegouche State Park in Minnesota (I think that may also be the location of an unheated lodge where our book club once had a winter discussion of Walden after hiking in). Seeing the arch reminds me of the many times I saw New Hampshire’s also fallen Old Man of the Mountain, but I have no photos of him.

Laphroaig, Breakfast of Champions. For a little while.

Porcupine Mountains Wilderness State Park in the oft-traveled UP of Michigan, we think, where a barred owl called above our tent. If not, it’s Duluth, and either way, one of my favorite places in the Midwest.

My two dear late companions; Hijack on one of the many moving days he endured during 19 years with me, and young Walden asking for a few more copies of Wild Earth so he could get a better view.

Oh, these things are supposed to go in the water? We thought they were for balance! In western Massachusetts on one of several trips I paid to take with a Boston area group which got people with various disabilities out into the natural world. I wanted more freedom than I would have had as an actual volunteer, but helped out a lot on my own terms.

I have no idea how many trips I made to Concord, but I recently bought the new book The Guide to Walden Pond to relive one aspect of them. Here’s some of the Thoreau Society on top of something. Mount Wachusett, I believe.





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