Trees, water

Posted by Dave Bonta on May 2, 2008 (last modified at 11:02 pm, 5/2/08)

fly with wild yam

A new edition of the Festival of the Trees is up at 10,000 Birds. I was somewhat embarassed to find my own entry (the Rickett’s Glen post) first in line, but aside from that, it’s a great edition. Also, relating to what I was saying in that post about Pennsylvania’s endangered brook trout streams, my friend Alan Gregory has a good column up today: How not to care for a state’s official fish. Despite the Pennsylvania focus, this is an issue affecting much of the eastern United States.

What’s so great about wild trout?

Eric Palmer, the state of Vermont’s director of fisheries, summarizes the uniqueness of wild fish on the Vermont Fish and Wildlife Department’s Web site:

When you catch a wild fish “you have living proof that the water they came from has suitable habitat for all of the life-stages of that species. It is like holding an intact ecosystem in your hand.”

Which brings us to qarrtsiluni and the new call for submissions to the May-June theme, edited by Lucy Kempton and Katherine Durham Oldmixon: Water.

Water is the moving skin of our planet, the most part by far of our bodies; we drink it, we bathe in it, we waste it and taint it, we may yet again wage wars for it.

Submissions of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, short film, spoken word, art, photography, and any combination thereof are welcome through May 31.

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8 Responses to Trees, water

  1. marja-leena says:
    May 3, 2008 at 12:02 am

    Phascinating photo!

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  2. Evan says:
    May 3, 2008 at 2:34 pm

    Oh please! Too sad seeing a living bee :(
    I haven’t been keeping up with the newspaper explanations but the bees are really gone, both here Brooklyn and my sister in Harrisburg.

    The cherry trees are rolling out the pink carpet and getting stood up all over town.

    Evan

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  3. Dave says:
    May 3, 2008 at 5:13 pm

    Thanks, Marja-Leena!

    Evan – Actually, that’s a bee-fly. But we do have many, many native bee species that are doing just fine. The Italian honey bees kept by apiculturalists are, as you say, in big trouble, but we still see plenty of the feral ones here too.

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  4. Black_Pete says:
    May 4, 2008 at 7:27 am

    Thought that was a Bee Fly–they move pretty fast, so you did well to get that fellow.

    Reply
  5. Dave says:
    May 4, 2008 at 2:34 pm

    Well, actually it was really cold out, so he wasn’t moving!

    Reply
  6. Alan says:
    May 7, 2008 at 9:13 pm

    Thanks for the wonderful job you did in linking up to my recent posting. Masterful. Now if I could just head out soon and do some fly casting.

    Reply
  7. Dave says:
    May 7, 2008 at 10:01 pm

    Alan, it was my pleasure. Here’s hoping you’ll be waist-deep in a trout stream again real soon!

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