Troutbirder II

Troutbirder II
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Friday, January 26, 2018

A Time In Between


It was mid November. The land was quiet waiting for winter. The campground was closed till spring. The Park Rangers and campers and tourists were nowhere to be seen. The lake had a thin layer of ice now and the beach lay silent, neatly raked and smooth. The horse trails were empty and there was no need to keep Baron close and tightly leashed. He could romp and race following his nose wherever it led.          Over a century and a half  Minnesotas tall grass prairies and wetlands had largely disappeared. . Except for in a few special places like this. I was in Lake Louise State Park where the woods and wetlands and even the prairie still remained for a man and his faithful dog to take a hike. There was not an animal to be seen that day. Perhaps most of the birds were long gone to warmer climes. The feeling was almost spectral. And yet, it was beautiful in its own special way. A break between the prairie colors of fall and winter on its way. Baron wants to run but I'll walk slowly. He always checks to see that I'm not too far behind..

An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie
(IN THE BEGINNING)
The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois.

MID-MORNING) The sun is a smouldering fire, That creeps through the high gray plain,And leaves not a bush of cloud To blossom with flowers of rain.
(NOON) The sun is a wounded deer, That treads pale grass in the skies, Shaking his golden horns, Flashing his baleful eyes.
SUNSET)The sun is an eagle old, There in the windless west. Atop of the spirit-cliffs He builds him a crimson nest.
Vachel Lindsay

Hey Boss! They locked up the bathroom for the winter. Now what are you going to do?  We'll head home, Baron. Winter is coming.....

 

 

12 comments:

  1. Love this very descriptive post and the photo of Baron running on the bridge is excellent.

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  2. Our lock-up time seems to come after our Thanksgiving, which occurs close to mid-October. We are not allowed to go to the toilet after that. It's a long winter. :)

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  3. A sweet remembrance post. I also love that picture of Baron on the bridge. I can feel his joy. :-)

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  4. Very nice share, a time to remember the years past

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  5. Is there anything more joyful than watching a dog explore at full gallop with nose to the ground or in the air.

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  6. Such a beautiful dog. And I love the poem.
    Once I was canoeing on Lake Louise on a late Sunday afternoon, autumn I think and no one else was on the lake. Suddenly the sounds of a bagpipe rolled over the lake from the campground and continued for about 15 minutes. It was absolutely magical!

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    1. Magical indeed. I can almost see it and hear it...:)

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  7. Hi TB - Baron knows you're route too well - he shouldn't let on though! Wonderful poem with such appropriate words ... the day that passes - cheers Hilary

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  8. A prime example of the Troutbirder style. Good one, Sr T!

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  9. What a beautiful remembrance. And photos taken to help the memory. The prose description by Vachel Lindsay is excellent.

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  10. Hi Mr T, What a neat post. I like the way you folded in the words from Vachel Lindsay. Perfect fit. I definitely admire you getting out into that tall grass prairie. Love Baron! Thanks for sharing and have a great week ahead! John

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