Brother Nick is out of school for the Xmas break, so we’ve been cutting and burning brush. It’s been a sublimely beautiful week up here at the Art Farm.
Lotta bear scat, now that I’m looking for it. The signs: Big, berries, and fur.
The foot is there for scale, but one can’t escape the fact that the scale is ultimately that of the size of the body opening which extruded this 3D object upon the ground a few days ago, which is roughly 1/3 a size 11 boot. The berries in the objects to the 12 o’clock position to the hairy bits to the 6 o’clock position of the defecation configuration are those of the manzanita bush, of the genus Arctosstaphylos, which appears to be Latin for “comes out of your butt undigested and whole if you are a bear”.
Brother Nick is of the Gold Country. He, and Brother Steve, have spent the last couple decades exploring the old Tertiary stream and river beds for placer gold and hiked up hillsides following the “color” to The Source. We are of a prospecting gene pool and upbringing. So naturally, on a “rest day” in which we are not cutting or burning brush up here on the 75 acres, we go tromping over hill and dale scanning ground, rock, pool, tree, bush and did I mention rock, working to understand the basic geologic, biologic, meteorologic and whatever-else-logic to understand the lay of the land and air and water.
The Farm is sort of barely at the Southern tip of the Mother Lode, and there are placer deposits nearby as well as deep ore mines. There’s a strip of white quartz flecks, rocks and large-ish chunks across a section of the property, and I delight in stumbling across big ones in walkabouts.
So today was not all bear and deer and coyote scat, there were a couple nice chunks of quartz coughed up by the workings of the freezing winter ground recently.
In conclusion, a nice quiet week of back breaking labor and sampling the wonders of our beautiful jewel of a planet.
May our 2017 shine brighter and farther.