nature

The Science and Nature of Wanderlust, tourism, landmarks for nature buffs and more.

Move in me...
"Life moves us like the ocean waves, closer and nearer, yet sometimes past the distant horizon... always stirring us towards our desire for a deeper connection, alas... the depth of the sea is found in thee." ~ Dolphingirl
By Dolphingirl6 years ago in Wander
Nature's Invitation
“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” - Theodore Roethke
By Kathleen Thompson6 years ago in Wander
The deepest lake in the world .
Introduction to Lake Baikal. The deepest lake in the world, and it is also one of the largest and oldest lakes in the world. This lake is located in central Asia, specifically in Russia, approximately 400 miles from southeast Siberia to the north of the Mongolian border, this lake is distinguished from others With her beauty; It is one of the natural miracles of Siberia, and for this reason we will take a quick tour of the most important information related to it.
By Travel Expert 6 years ago in Wander
The Rain between Us
The news was out. Countries were closing down, barring their borders. The sick are coming for us. Hide, isolate. News outlets and gossip columns alike were spreading fear among the world. Everywhere I turned some warning was staring me down.
By Maxene Skinner6 years ago in Wander
The World Is Temporarily Closed
Do you hear it? That noise which will shake you with a longing for escape. I hear it now, that noise of old travel and rusty steel. The humid night air hits my already sweaty skin as I push open the squeaky basement window. The train is far; farther than I'd like, but I stay and listen. I let the noise wash over me. First my bruised and scarred hands, then my tattered and scratched up arms. It inches its way along my body until it reaches the very bottom of my feet, making them ache. Is this what its like to have nostalgia for a past I've never lived?
By Madi Mable6 years ago in Wander
Fenced Inside Out
Funny how you can spend your whole life in one place and only feel like you truly see it when you're forced to get down amongst prickly sticks of fresh green grass — up close and personal.
By Renee Dacres6 years ago in Wander
The "Muddy" Maple
Everyone calls the Maple river the “Muddy” Maple. The bottom is so muddy you sink when you walk on it. It feels like you have weights on your feet, it is like quicksand! The water looks a nasty brown because of the mud. If it did not have its muddy bottom the water would be as clear as a bottled water. The “Muddy” Maple smells fishy, just after a summer storm.
By Constance Mason6 years ago in Wander
The Sunshine Park
I consider myself extremely lucky to live where I do. Not in this particular town necessarily, but the area within the town, where I find myself having lived for the entirety of my 24 years. On the outskirts of a commonly busy and bustling urban city, my little corner of this world feels almost alien compared to the norm of the central hub, just a 15 minute drive away from where I reside. Nothing much feels like it's changed round these parts; people leaving their houses for a daily dose of exercise seems just as much as it would usually. Albeit a quiet community, where maintaining our 2 meter distance from each other is quite easy, some do take advantage of the ever growing restoration of a few of our freedoms. And who can blame them, certainly not me knowing what world lies just mere meters from my home.
By Siobhan Pickett6 years ago in Wander
Outside My Window
Outside my window, a bird trills, not a quick cheerful chirp to welcome the morning, but one of agitation. His world has been disrupted. I stand from my desk and brush the billowy curtain aside to take a peek.
By Rachel Carrington6 years ago in Wander
Stand Barefoot With Me
Feel the tiny pebbles underneath your tender soles on the cool concrete of my lanai. Wiggle your toes. It hurts a little. We haven't been standing on pavement for the entire Winter. It's time to be sock-free and let our pale feet shine. Once we get comfortable -- no tiny sharp points jabbing our heels -- breathe with me. Close your eyes. The Sun's warmth invigorates our entire bodies. Breathe in. Breathe out. Before we open our eyes, just listen. Feel the wind caress your face.
By Lorre Black6 years ago in Wander
Where Will The Sky Take Me Next?
I lay out on my sunken brown couch around 4 or 5pm everyday. I often try to find something to watch on TV but I can’t seem to find anything when I want to half the time, almost like it’s not meant to watch TV at that hour. From the corner of my eye, I can see the reflection of the sun beaming off the trees that sit in front of my large windows. The trees become this super dark yet bright vibrant tone of green. I become intrigued to watch the gold sun make its way out of the world creating a lavender sky for the evening, paving a perfect tone for the moon and stars to appear… if they do. I can’t see the sky directly from the view of my couch, little parts of it may bleed through the trees though. I determine when the sun is walking towards its goodbye when the trees begin to lose its vibrance and turn to pastels. I guess it’s my way of seeing the sky change. Because one blink, and the sun sets without saying a word like if we watch her fall, then we know all the secrets of the world.
By Raven Williams 6 years ago in Wander
Palm city
I’ve cried. I’ve wailed. I’ve actually been tormented by this time of Covid 19. The lack of human touch, the ability to make plans and the devastating loss I’ve seen and experienced, couldn’t equate to much other than a deep sense of sadness within me at times. Then I look up.
By Gold Leaf 6 years ago in Wander