Showing posts from May, 2012

Frozen Planet: Review and Giveaway

If you haven't noticed, I like nature. So it's probably not surprising that I like the BBC's most recent nature documentary series Frozen Planet. Yes, like. Trying to avoid obnoxious adverbs and exclamation points here.

The truth is even if I was only ho-hum about the natural world, these carefully crafted episodes would have entranced me. Such. Gorgeous. Images. From massive glaciers to intimate animal videography to time-lapsed ice crystal formation, when watching the series it feels unfortunate to blink. And then there is Sir David Attenborough, the man behind the sage, spirited voice I've come to associate with the narration of these programs. It's a fantastic series. One I'll view many times over.

What differentiates Frozen Planet from its BBC predecessors like Blue Planet and Wild China is its dedication to the last true wilderness on earth. The Arctic and Antarctic are, as Attenborough says, "places of superlatives." In the dark months, the tem…


on thick days the rhododendron, the azalea shrubs in blush are too much concluded praise,  so I slip into the quiet of green woods and green air and say nothing

Where We're Going

A few updates all at once:

For one month starting in early June I'll be traveling through London, Switzerland, eastern France, and southwest Germany. Why? Twenty-five or so high school students. I'm chaperoning the German trip. Yes, I know. But I think it's going to be great fun. And the stories, my friends, THE STORIES.
A new essay about my father and me and our fishing exploits is up over at The Backcountry Journal. Check it out? Here's a little tease:"Water. A boat or a bit of shoreline. A rod, bait, maybe a net. That perfect fish. I'd place my bets that you're already seeing it, that time when you pulled a slick, silvery body in. That time a surge that felt a lot like love came up with the end of your swallowed line. Your fishing story. And the people you turned to first to tell it."   [more]
Some publicity folks asked if I might like to review the BBC's most recent nature documentary series Frozen Earth. Since they promised free DVD packs of the…

Spokes & Stems & Seeds & Sunrise


The Lake

My appreciation for place comes most directly from my parents, but I also have to thank Grandpa and Grandma Longstreet for scouting out the piece of southwestern Minnesota lake land that has become the one consistent spot on earth I've returned to since the year I was born. I visit Lake Shetek and Keeley Island and the Longstreet Lot less now that I'm older and farther away and--that too-easy word--busy. But its greens and blues and laughs and grill-roasted turkey dinners feel no less vivid.

My essay "The Lake," out this month in Minnesota Conservation Volunteer, is a long-time coming. A long time, pre-me. It's a thank you letter, really. So: Grandpa Bud, I imagine your face with the smile I would have witnessed had you lived to meet me, and Grandma Mar, I miss you so much and sense the pressure of your hand around my wrist.