Tuesday, July 14, 2020


July 14, 2020

As I sip my tea
I feel deep peace
In my place near the lake.
The beacon reflects
On still water
On days like this
It is hard to believe
 Pandemics sweep
Over the world
Angry riots far
Away today.
                                                                                            ---Barbara Spring



Thursday, June 25, 2020

Great Lakes: Mourning the Losses


  

I mourn the loss of what used to be even before I was born. This was my motivation for writing The Dynamic Great Lakes. I care about the environment so much that I had to do something.
When I think of the 500-year-old white pines that used to be where I live, I feel a sadness. White pines were called white gold and used for the masts of ships, and in West Michigan, these trees rebuilt Chicago after the great fire.

When I think of the sturgeon that were killed and burned like cordwood because they fouled fishermen's nets, I want to cry.

Glacial relics remain in the dunes and wetlands such as the arctic primrose. The names of flowers are lovely: grass pink, lady's tresses, rams head lady slipper. The fragrances of these flowers are in my imagination. Very few are really found.
Few are found because many dunes  have been leveled.

When Jacques Cartier reached the Great Lakes, his men had scurvy. The Native Americans taught the French how to get vitamin C by making arbor vitae tea. The tea was made by pouring hot water over the leaves of this tree. They learned of a natural pesticide from the aroma of white spruce.

Now harmful chemicals are found in the air, water and soil and this is really something to grieve. This was my motivation for writing The Dynamic Great Lakes. I care about the environment so much that I had to do something. This book shows what some people working on grassroots committees have been able to do. It is a hopeful book. It is a beginning. Without basic knowledge about the Great Lakes it is impossible to make the right decisions about them.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Whale Watching on the Sea of Cortez


On the Sea of Cortez
Baja California, the long finger of land dangling into
Mexico with the Sea of Cortez on one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other, is full of surprise encounters. The Sea of Cortez is a playground for whales and other marine mammals.
      In La Paz, we embarked on the Sea Bird, a small cruise ship fitted out with all sorts of equipment designed to investigate this surprising environment. The trip opened worlds of wonder to us.
     The Sea Bird is operated by Lindblad Cruises, a line that specializes in ecotourism.  Our guides were specialists in the flora and fauna of Baja and though they had studied their specialties for many years, they as well as we were constantly surprised by what we encountered.
      “Look, a Blue Whale,” Steve our expert in marine mammals shouted.  “It’s the largest animal that has ever lived on earth!”
      We saw the dark, majestic body of the whale surface and then slowly sound, several times.  We watched its dorsal fin and its graceful tail disappear quite close to us.  We peered through binoculars while we waited breathlessly for it to emerge again from the mysterious waters that some call the Sea of California.
      Steve was full of information: “These waters are ll,000 feet deep at their deepest...the whales have a different song in each ocean basin... their low pitched voices can travel l500 miles...no one knows how long they live...ivory harpoons have been found in whales...best estimate..135-200 years.” 
      He told us the area is young in geological time.  Millennia ago, tectonic plates shifted separating the Baja from the mainland causing the depths of the Sea of Cortez and thrusting up the Sierra Madre Mountains on the mainland of Mexico.
      “The rocky islands you see are of volcanic origin,” he
explained.
      Just then another whale surfaced quite close to the ship.
      “A Bryde’s Whale,“ Steve shouted.  “I’ve never seen one before.”
      We had not either.  The Sea of Cortez is full of whales as well as twenty other species of marine mammals.  There is plenty of room for them to cruise its deep canyons and plenty of food brought up by upwelling currents. Our scientist/guides on board seined the waters with a net to see what sort of plankton they could find. They put a drop of water under a microscope and hooked this to the t.v. in the lounge so we could see the fascinating array of life on the t.v. screen--life forms only visible when magnified. We saw the larvae of star fish and many beautiful shapes of diatoms.  I thought we might see krill, the preferred food of baleen whales, but such was not the case. The seine net could not go deep enough to strain out krill.     Our day of whale watching changed to evening as we watched the vivid colors of evening on the rugged landscape we passed.     
 The next day we saw two humpback whales spouting and sounding in unison, perhaps a mother and her calf.  We got quite close and Andrew, the ship’s underwater camera man went out in the zodiac to film them.  I gasped when I saw how close he was to the whales’ flukes when he plunged into the water.
      I asked him if he got any pictures when he was back on the Sea Bird. 
      “My heart was just pounding,” he said, “but I couldn’t
get close enough for filming...we had equipment to record their voices, but they were not vocalizing .”    
     We learned to identify whales by their spouts...these whales had V shaped spouts while the Blue Whale spouted straight up.  Gray whales have a heart shaped spout. Two Common Dolphins rode the bow wake as we cruised along. I leaned over the rail to snap photos. Toward evening the sunlight on the islands we passed turned their rose madder colors to deep royal blues as a full moon rose over them.
      We also had an underwater camera and we used it the next day to photograph California Sea Lions while snorkeling.
      We were up early and the sunrise shining on the islands turned them to gold. After breakfast we donned wet suits provided by the cruise line along with fins and snorkels.
      We could hear the barking of the sea lions as they cavorted on a picturesque rocky island.  These were young males, pups, and their mothers.  We slipped into the sea and were greeted by playful sea lions under water.  They zoomed by us and peered into our masks with their large eyes.  They played. I imagined that one was dancing with me...twisting, looping, and sleek. I wished I had just some of their

underwater grace. All around us were vivid flashes of bright colors and the fanciful patterns and shapes of tropical fish going about their lives around the rocky island.
      We stopped at Arroyo Blanco to kayak around the sea caves. We heard the water surge and recede, sonorous and low, boom in the caves where we paddled. Paddling close to the rocks we saw Sally Lightfoot Crabs and lizards and many types of sea birds: pelicans, blue footed boobies, osprey. On the sandy beach, small stones and shells washed in and out with the waves.  We found paddling around the islands easier than walking.
      Many varieties of cactus march up the stony hillsides of the islands we visited.  We took hikes, mindful of the thorns. These rugged islands are not an easy place to live, yet many species of plants have found a way to cling to the rocks in drought and in the rainy season.
      We were told that 99% of the living space on planet Earth is in the oceans. I felt we had only scratched the surface on this cruise yet there were mysteries and surprises abounding.  We were fortunate to see a Blue Whale, a Bryde’s Whale, Humpback Whales sounding and spouting in unison.  We followed a Sperm Whale, but it was elusive. We examined minute plankton through a microscope.  We saw many dolphins and swam with California Sea Lions.  We saw tropical fish and kayaked in sea caves.
      We came home with a deep respect for the surprising life found in and around the Sea of Cortez.



Wednesday, April 22, 2020







The Return of Eagles, Ospreys, Peregrine Falcons


In 1962 Norm Spring read Silent Spring by Rachel Carson.  He wondered how anyone could read the book and not do something about the harm DDT was causing to the environment. He was living right across the street from Central Park at the time and the city of Grand Haven, Michigan would spray the elm trees for Dutch Elm disease with DDT.  He was told he could move his car, but along with his wife he had two small children and the house and places where the young children played would be coated with DDT.  The problem was DDT did not kill the elm beetle. it soaked into the ground and everyone could see robins trembling in their death throes in the grass.  The spray washed down the streets and into the storm drains so DDT entered Lake Michigan where it was caught up in food chains.  The fish became highly contaminated with DDT.

 Fish eating birds such as the American Bald Eagle were affected since their eggs became thin and cracked as a result of DDT and did not hatch.  Norm went to every meeting of the Grand Haven City Council for three years and finally the Grand Haven City Council agreed to stop their DDT program.

People came from a nearby city and asked “How did you do that?” and together they formed the Michigan Pesticides Council that met at Michigan State University.  Among the members were:  Norm Spring, chairman, Joan Wolfe, ornithologists Dr. Ted Black, Dr. George Wallace, Dr. John Kitchel,  Charles Schick, Ann Van Lente, , Joseph Kleiman, Theodore Carbine.  Due to their work DDT and like pesticides were banned in Michigan in 1972 and then the ban went nation wide and Canada followed.

Today the Eagles, Ospreys and Peregrine Falcons have returned to the shores of the Great Lakes, the United States and Canada because the democratic process worked.
We see butterflies, moths and bumblebees, all part of a healthy ecosystem.

Norm was inducted into The Michigan Environmental Hall of Fame in 2014 for his work on behalf of the environment.



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Friday, March 27, 2020

The Heart of a Rose




That Fragrance? The sublime some say is in the heart of a rose.  Look deep. Gaze into time and space.  Love unfolds like a lovely rose.  Love bids us welcome.  Sublime Love.

Silkie



                                                           

Silkie

I will dance down to the salty sea and return to my cradle.  Swayed in the deep, nuances of fishes surround me, nibble my heels, pass in silence.  Sun slides down through diatoms like snow, glints off gills, scales, fins, tails.  Light bejeweled with animals like flowers.  Spin drift sand conceals old coins, shells, fins, eggs, lies in ripples, troughs, caves.  My tongue knows salt, my body the cool pressure and the feathery touch of kelp.

* "The silkie be a creature strange who rises from the sea to change."

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Wishing for Viridity


Wishing for Viridity

For spring to reappear. So I
Painted wildflowers with green
Leaves and stems all around
A veery’s trill opens my bluebells
Pink columbine, delicate hepatica
And nodding pitcher plants.
I want to lie down in a grassy meadow
And breathe sweet breezes this spring.
--Barbara Spring