Just call me Touche Turtle. I am always on guard, or as they say in these here parts, aye ready. The wits you see are part of the wild for they allow you to 'operate' the wilderness and yourself within it. The problem with today's superimposed humans removed from the wild is that their wits have also been removed to machines and devices that purport to witness for them. And so, modern man has become a prisoner of and a slave to his machines, and his wits have suffered terribly as a consequence. Not so for the animal who inhabits not delusion and the car park but full-blown Nature, wild and uncontaminated. This animal witnesses everything that needs to be witnessed, that is, the essential. And through this witnessing, the wits and the spirit are galvanized and strengthened. So that today, when I tried to explain to a young man up in the hills that really his two dogs should be on leashes in order to protect the ground-nesting birds and respect the wild, and he said, 'Ah'll fuckin' dae whit ah want, I am the wild,' I replied without even thinking, 'How you can be wild when you've got two barbie dolls with you?' And that was that.
Spider Season
The LA Times announces this morning that it's spider season in LA County as well as elsewhere in the world. I have over fifty spiders in my tiny home and they all love it here! But my spiders are not the web-spinning sort although they do spin some kind of 'web'. Nor do my spiders bite or scare, or scurry under unliftable objects. And my spiders pop out little spiders like nothing on earth perhaps as much as the eight-legged variety. Look and see for yourself...
Ruchill
Ruchill is in north Glagow just beside the canal. It has been cleaned up somewhat (canal and Ruchill) in recent years with the addition of a bridge and various nature walks. The sizeable park is almost always empty and has some great views. Also, the flagpole summit is worth a visit for the vista over the city and beyond although the tall trees could do with a light haircut and comb.
Sun Ray
You kinda forget how exquisite the light is at this time of year. Which is strange because the sun in October (as well as September et al.) is unforgettable. Yet, each time, this season arrives I marvel anew at this star's brilliant light. And so here we have a 'ray' hitting the Earth (around Dalmuir) having travelled some 93 million miles. Wonderful, isn't it?
