Food for thought as we watch the developments on the Feather River.
The contrast is a statement about California and our climate: there is a limit to our ability to consistently managed the rivers of a state that was forged on extremes of drought and flood. Sealing our canyons with concrete plugs leaves us with permanent damage to fisheries, forests, and habitat with very little benefit in return.
It is another sign that it is time for us to rethink our relationship with rivers, in California if not across the West.
“Brigham Young led his band of social outcasts to the old bed of a drying desert sea and proclaimed, “This is the place!” This was the place? Someone in that first group must have felt that Young had become unhinged by two thousand horribly arduous miles.”
Cadillac Desert: The American West and its Disappearing Water
Sitting down at my desk as the sun rises on a quiet coastal morning, a female Costa’s Hummingbird hovers outside my window, so close that I can almost touch it.
My camera is inches from my hand, but I stop, realizing that I’d scare her off with a sudden move.
So I just enjoy the moment, the tiny creature hovering just beneath the sun-dappled fronds of the palm, and time stands still.