Developing a sense of place

 Yesterday’s long note was yet another attempt at trying to describe a sense of place.

I found the Swanflower vines on the south bank of Zarzamora Creek, about 50 yards below the forks, its confluence with Apache Creek.

I found the vines because I was looking for them. I’d seen an enormous butterfly with the bluest wings I’d ever seen.

I searched my field guides. Perhaps the ancient Greeks would have told a myth.

One of the recurring themes of these notes is how we develop a sense of place, a sense of connection with our environment. My last stab at it was “A sense of place,” July 19, 2022.