Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Watchers at the Pond. Franklin Russell (5).

New York: Time Incorporated. 1961.

Why read it? Nature. A study of what happens within the setting of a pond as the seasons evolve. Ponds are teeming with life, much of it hidden from most people unless observed by a naturalist. The reader will discover the unseen world of the pond in winter, spring, summer, fall and back to winter again.

“The forest, cleansed of its old and sick, preserved an ordered and stately aspect, which was a perfect expression of life and continuous death.” P. 225. ………. “On gusty days…the ducks banked against the marsh wind and made their approaches over the western end of the pond, precise and graceful, coming in very fast and ricking in a gust of wind, then suddenly beating back, dropping their legs, and hissing into the water in one smooth motion.” P. 227. ………. “In the final cycle of the year, ineffable melancholy, created by the contrast between life and lifelessness, spread over the pond.” P. 232. ………. “Dead nests straggled in their branches as silent manifestants of a surge of life now gone forever.” P. 232. ………. “The pond had burst open like an expansive blossom and had seeded and died and was now settling and rotting back into itself.” P. 232. ………. “Many stars were starkly white now, shining instead of twinkling, and they sparkled in the cold water.” P. 234. ………. “A wind came over the deepening ice, so cold it drove most living things into hiding.” P. 240.

The end. Next: Adirondack Country by William Chapman White.

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