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This huge epic tree sat off the beach in Guanacaste looked like it had taken some abuse over the years yet was still flourishing with leaves and flowers, not to mention home to a large number of iguanas.
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Podyjí National Park (Czech: Národní park Podyjí) is a national park in the South Moravian Region of the Czech Republic. It protects near-natural forests along the deep Dyje River valley. It is a biom whose well-preserved state is unique in Central Europe. It connects to the smaller Nationalpark Thayatal in Austria.
Podyjí National Park is characterized by extraordinary scenery, being home to features such as rocky amphitheatres, cliffs, meanders, detritus fields, impervious ravines, several types of heatland adorned with muilti-coloured layers of thermophilic plants, or alluvial plains around the river Dyje. The division of the valley along the river Dyje creates two distinctive ecological regions and thus contributes to the high biological diversity of the park.
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Did make a weekend (boat) trip across the Podyjí national park in late October to find it empty and silent on and around the Dyje river.
We were lucky with the weather: peak of autumn colours and delicate sunlight created a really fairy-tale atmosphere. It was (sometimes) cold on the river, however still very beautiful.
Frozen Hohloh Lake in the northern Black Forest. It was just snowing the last night. So I was happy enough to be the first one leaving his tracks in the early morning. I was already about leaving for breakfast when I saw the cloudy sky opening up for just a bit an letting the sun tipping the tops of the trees. Magic!
A world that I think I have to be able to explain scientifically or that I think I want to explain, is boring. Or maybe what I mean is this: If I have to go through the rigors of explanation for my experience of life, that is boring. Life and all its amazing moving parts has an explanation, a theory. Maybe my experience does too, but I don‘t care. I don‘t have time.
If I reduce the connectedness I feel in the world to rushes of chemicals in my brain, I will be bored and wrong. I know I will be wrong because we don‘t know what we think we know about much of anything in science. I have earned my right to say this because I work in a very applied science. All the time I encounter the unexpected. It is not magic in those moments, it is that my scope is too narrow, pointed in the wrong direction or clouded by my expectations, pretense, ego. Life is surprising, erratic.
Science often does not want to incorporate the chaotic elements in the theory because the math gets complex very quickly. But chaos is what I see all the time. Our breath is not regular and that is a good thing. We need to sigh and yawn to open up all the little air ways at the very end of the lung. Sometimes the appendix is on the left side instead of the right, and even though I can explain it, I can‘t predict it and don‘t want to.
All this to say that I am in Hana, Maui. The mist rolls down verdant hills at the base of Haleakala. It is seven in the morning. The light is golden here. The arc of Hamoa Bay ends in a perfect dark sand beach. The scent of plumeria swirls around us. Plumeria are highly unlikely flowers that grow at the end of leafless branches on trees that other wise look dead. They might be the most beautiful, fragrant flowers I have seen. Beautiful local people sat with me in the grass of a church here and told me their stories and listened to my own for two hours in the evening yesterday, hugged me like I was one of their own. I was. I am.
Maybe you would say these are all just things I have not seen and newness makes us believe in magic. It is ignorance that starts that process toward magic and then experi ence tempers us and allows truth in. Maybe. Being tempered means to be hardened, like steel. I don‘t want to be hardened. I want to stay supple, open. I want the surprise to raise the question over and over in me, like the waves rolling in to Hamoa Bay in magical Hana.
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My Self, My Family, My Community, My World: Family Trees
George Washington Elementary School
Ms. Lauren Parker, Teaching Artist
Mr. Myers and Ms. Mack, Classroom Teachers
2nd Grade
This is an interdisciplinary project based on the 2nd grade social studies curriculum on geography, family, and community. Most of the focus is on inter-personal relationships. In this lesson, we created family trees and talked about what makes a family. The diversity in this classroom is terrific! We learned a lot about each student’s ancestry and heritage. The trees are done using a “resist” technique with cray-pa and watercolor. Once the trees were created, each student created tiny, framed portraits of their family members to decorate the branches of their family trees. “Magic Books” were then created from one sheet of paper. In the books, we wrote about our families. Feel free to look through them to learn more!
Students
1. Jade Adams
2. Khamin Beya
3. Nakeirya Breedlove
4. Steven Chen
5. Ahtziri Cruz-Bautista
6. Naeem Felder
7. Christopher Fleming
8. Michaella Hernandez
9. Ajzon'e Houston
10. Jialiang Lin
11. Marco Nieto
12. Jovany Sanchez
13. Alain Stodomingo
14. Byshir Campbell
Bocholt Tree
Artist Bernard Tindall, Raku Works Sculptural Arts
Date 1991
Materials Painted Metal
Location Borough of Rossendale
OS grid ref SD 8101222588
Coordinates Latitude 53.699381 Longitude -2.289070
Postcode BB4 6AJ
Located beside the main Rawtenstall roundabout, the Bocholt Tree celebrates Rossendale's links with its German twin-town. The sculpture is a symbol of unity between the people of Rossendale and Bocholt, whose civic symbol is the tree, and acts as a reminder to the people of Rossendale that they have friends in other parts of Europe. The tree is a symbol of life and natural growth.
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Sharan Bispham, a Rossendale artist and community supporter, has again produced an amazing homage to the Christmas season by decorating the Bocholt Tree on Bocholt Way, Rawtenstall. The Tree was created by sculptor Bernard Tindall to celebrate Rossendale’s twinning links with the town of Bocholt in Germany.
Sharan has been dressing the Tree for some years, and over that time has celebrated many events including Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s day, The Olympics and the 60′s Festival.
The Bocholt Tree is now an Icon and symbol of Rossendale, thanks mainly to Sharan’s excellent work.
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