Wednesday, July 02, 2025

Walking around My Neighborhood This Morning





Our house with our wonderful hydrangea bushes.



Photos © 2025 mae sander

 

Living Rivers

“One way to stop seeing trees or rivers or hills only as ‘natural resource’ is to class them as fellow beings – kinfolk. I guess I’m trying to subjectify the universe, because look where objectifying it has gotten us. To subjectify is not necessarily to co-opt, colonize, exploit. Rather it may involve a great reach outward of the mind and imagination. — Ursula K. Le Guin (2017)” Quoted in: Is a River Alive? by Robert Macfarlane, p. 45.


I have read two of the three major parts of this book. At first, I found author Robert Macfarlane too exaggeratedly poetic and pretentious in the way he discussed natural history. I was not convinced by his over-the-top rhetoric about “living” rivers. However, when he came to specifics, about the rivers of Ecuador and about the Ganges River in India, and when I began to understand exactly what he meant by seeing a river die, I found much to interest me. Here is a quotation that illustrates the perspective that I find useful:

“Both the Ganges and the Yamuna have their sources in the glaciers of the Himalayas: the Ganges at the Gaumukh, or snout of the Gangotri Glacier; the Yamuna further west at the Yamunotri Glacier. The Yamuna flows south to Delhi, before bending eastwards through Agra and past the Taj Mahal, to unite with the Ganges – and, supposedly, the mystical underground Saraswati river – in the city of Prayagraj (formerly Allahabad). Until it reaches Delhi the Yamuna is a life-bringing river, who carries in its cold blue waters the memory of its glacial birth. In Delhi, it becomes one of the most polluted waterways in the world. Oxygen content collapses to near zero. About the only life is extremophile bacteria – and the thousands of pilgrims who bathe in the waters of the river each year, believing it will spare them from hell in the afterlife. Many of these water-worshippers emerge from their baptism covered in toxic river-sludge. Further downstream, where the Yamuna flows past the mintcake-white, hyperbolic love-token of the Taj Mahal, its waters are oily-black and rancid. For the Yamuna, as elsewhere in India, holiness does not equal cleanliness.” (p. 190)

In sum, this book held my interest for two of the three parts, and I may return to read the last part. The human dependence on rivers is profound, and ancient, and worth thinking about. I found it strange that the author missed two great writers whose works would be relevant: Langston Hughes (quoted below) and Henry David Thoreau on the world’s watery identity.

I do love seeing rivers!

Rivers I Have Seen

The Seine, from Evelyn who is in Paris this week. When we lived there for a time,
I walked along the quays many times.

The Huron River last Saturday.

The Mississippi River in 2024.

The Thames River with historic bridges and landmarks, 2016.

The Isis River in Cambridge, England from our trip in 1999.

Langston Huges: A River Poem

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Blog post © 2025 mae sander 

Monday, June 30, 2025

June, 2025: In and Out of My Kitchen

 New in My Kitchen

A small milk pitcher. New one next to the larger one I’ve had for some time.

Two of these plates are new, by Ann Arbor potter Maki Lin.
I had four of them already.



A Few Things We Have Cooked in June

Some by me, some by Len





Shrimp and salad with a closeup of the new plates.



Spaghetti and meatballs.




Len’s baking: a cinnamon roll.

Beyond the Kitchen

Walks along the Huron River

How we look from the drone. Photo taken Saturday at Hudson Mills Metro Park on the Huron River.


Little girl who was fishing in the Huron River.

Feather in the grass on Sunday.

Water lily in the Huron River at Gallup Park on Sunday.


Dinner at Miss Kim



We had dinner at Miss Kim on Sunday night with all of our out-of-town visitors: Arny, Tracy, Elaine, and Larry. On Monday all of them are leaving our area for further visits with relatives elsewhere. It’s been good having all of them here. 

Evelyn, Tom, and Alice in Paris

Alice’s goat-cheese salad:
“Salade Chèvre Panaché de salades, tomates cerise, concombre, bacon grillé, toasts de chèvre, noix.”

Balloon in the Tuilleries Garden. Remaining from the Olympics.

Photos by Mae, Alice, and Evelyn © 2025

Friday, June 27, 2025

Celebrating Elaine’s Birthday and Other Amusing Events

 Birthday Dinner

Cold cuts and salad.

Elaine on her birthday. 

The family.


Mocha cake from the bakery Tous les Jours.

The Bakery

We love the pastry at Tous les Jours, and selected several of them to take home for lunch.


Art Work Viewed Today

Murals Near the Bakery


To share with Sami’s murals.

Art Parody in the New York Times

Source: “Sketched Out: An Illustrator Confronts his Fears about AI Art

Amsterdam on a Postcard

Thank you, Alice!

Earlier this week: Lunch at the Blue Whale Cafe

A Blue Whale for Eileen’s Critters


In Our Garden






Shared with Sunday Salon at Readerbuzz, Eileen’s Critters, and Sami’s Murals. 
Photos © 2025 mae sander.