nature

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

Imprints
We watched while the logs were licked and caressed and eventually consumed by the sinuous dance of the fire. Daring flames occasionally leapt out, and my skin reddened under the heat. Notes lifted with the smoke to drift over the small crowd, as the guitar player’s fingers lazily plucked the strings. We had come to the end of our time together; exploring the formation of this small island, clambering over rocks that had been bent, ripped, and pulled back into the depths only to erupt anew, all in a past beyond our sight.
By Georgia Melodie Hole5 years ago in Wander
What it’s Like to Live Under a Rock
People often ask me, albeit rhetorically, "Do you live under a rock?". Of course, none of them have ever expected the guileless "Yes" which I respond with. I can’t really blame them though. How are they supposed to know I live in a house that looks like it’s been taken directly from the set of The Hobbit? I grew up in an underground house located in the lush rainforests of Queensland, Australia. It’s a place called Finch Hatton Gorge.
By J. R. Lowe5 years ago in Wander
From Mormon Missionary to Hiker Trash
Searching blindly is a contradictory statement, and yet for millions of people this is the tactic they apply to find direction in life.
By Wesley Tils5 years ago in Wander
Tiny Home Adventure
A couple of years ago, far away from my hometown, I moved out to the country in Texas. I was married at the time and agreed to live off-grid to prepare for what was to come in the times we live in. Things like disasters, cities shutting down, etc. I was nervous and excited and the same time. I dreamed this would be a great start to a new relationship and new life. Plus the land owned by close friends of ours, so I felt comfortable living there with people I knew. But being that this was completely new for me, I struggled to adjust.
By Shannahyah5 years ago in Wander
A Ringtail on the Trail of Montagu’s Harrier
I leap from a hedge to escape the nettles, arms held aloft like a poorly-controlled marionette, and manage to scare away every single living thing for fifty yards, apart from the grass.
By Ian Vince5 years ago in Wander
Reading Between the Lines in Border Country
A murmuring throng, led by a rector and a red cassocked-choir, shuffles west along the narrow street on Ascension Day. Apart from the cleric, every member of the moving crowd holds aloft a withy of hazel five or more feet long as they make their way down Pembroke Street in the heart of Oxford.
By Ian Vince5 years ago in Wander
Natures Messengers
Sarah had dreamed of making a difference on this planet, but soon learnt the planet would make a difference in her. This story is one of her first encounters with natures messengers...
By Sarah Rachelle Houston5 years ago in Wander
Call to the Mountains
Call to the Mountains The mountains were calling. No one goes to Mount Shasta without being called to go. It comes from an inner knowing that you must go to this treasure of existence. Mount Shasta is known as the grounding spot of the earth.
By Call Me. Ishmael5 years ago in Wander
The Meadow
I stumbled on a branch and crashed into the snowy embankment, frustration over-taking my thoughts. “What kind of moron goes on a nature walk in November!?!” I screamed out, my words piercing into the echoes of the night.
By Tonya 5 years ago in Wander
Owl Of The Secret Beach
“Never cease to act because you fear you may fail,” Queen Liliuokalani once said, whose reign as Hawaii's first female ruler began in 1891.
By Monique Rowan5 years ago in Wander
Her name was Flight
Blinking herself awake, she stretched her arms to the warm afternoon sun and gracefully rolled out of the comfortable bed. Glassy, grey eyes gazed intently from the old wooden floor below to the sky above, wishing she could live in the sky instead o f being a slave to it.
By Tara H5 years ago in Wander
The Great Tree's Game
Remi felt the tree watching him, but he did not know where to look. Staring down at its roots could imply he was afraid. He shouldn’t look into its web of branches for fear it would be offended at his boldness. Perhaps its trunk? Surely, there was no way the tree would feel offense if Remi looked at its trunk.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Wander