Tuesday, October 3, 2017

BooK Review: Nathaniel T. Wheelwright (Author), Bernd Heinrich (Author) The Naturalist's Notebook: An Observation Guide and 5-Year Calendar-Journal for Tracking Changes in the Natural World around You

Blurb:
Become a more attentive observer and deepen your appreciation for the natural world. The unique five-year calendar format of The Naturalist’s Notebook helps you create a long-term record and point of comparison for memorable events, such as the appearance of the northern lights, a big blizzard, the peak of autumn foliage, or a period of drought. Biologist Nathaniel T. Wheelwright and best-selling author Bernd Heinrich teach nature lovers of all ages what to look for outdoors no matter where you live, using Heinrich’s classic illustrations as inspiration. As you jot down one observation a day, year after year, your collected field notes will serve as a valuable record of your piece of the planet.

My Review: 4 ****
I found this book to quite interesting. I have a deep love and passion for nature. Especially what is around me, I believe that nature holds many answers and also many questions, but we must also be silent, observant, and respect what nature holds, This book was that plus more, it taught me that I am already a naturalist that I am just extending my learning by being active among the nature around me. I will definitely be making a naturalist's notebook for myself.

About the Authors:
Nathaniel T. Wheelwright and Bernd Heinrich are coauthors of The Naturalist's Notebook and are noted biologists and nature educators. Wheelwright teaches biology at Bowdoin College and is the 2015 recipient of the ecology education award from the Ecological Society of America. Heinrich, emeritus professor of biology at the University of Vermont, is the award-winning author of more than 20 nature books, including Mind of the Raven, Winter World, and One Wild Bird at a Time. Both live in Maine.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Book Review: Heather Wutschke Room Love: 50 DIY Projects to Design Your Space (Craft It Yourself)

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Blurb:
Show your room some love — and turn your personal space into a happy place! A floor, a ceiling, and four boring walls? No more! With these 50 deceptively simple, budget-friendly DIY projects, your boring bedroom can become the room of your dreams. Makeover furniture, create one-of-a-kind decor, and organize your stuff to refresh and renew your room — and your spirit. Along with magazine-style photos and step-by-step instructions, professional creative director and lifelong DIY-er Heather Wutschke delivers design tips, tricks, and hacks that’ll have you falling in love with your room, all over again.

 
My Review 4 Star
This book was adorable with nice bright images and great ideas for young girls who want to dip their hands into decorating their own room .Heather did an excellent job in putting these ideas together for this book. 

About the Author:
Heather Wutschke’s passion is making her world beautiful—whether that’s by designing children’s books, painting with her daughter, or completing DIY projects to prettify her house. She believes that good design can improve moods and solve problems. Heather has a degree in graphic design, and has spent her career in advertising and publishing. She lives in Missoula, Montana, with her husband and their daughter, Raini. When she isn’t staying up late working, she’s outside, surrounded by fresh air, mountains, and Montana’s big sky.


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Echoic Poet Jennifer Patino

Please Welcome Poet Jennifer Patino 



Poet's Bio
Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, Jennifer Patino has been writing poems and short stories since she was six years old. Her work has been featured in Enfuse Magazine, Garden Gnome Publications, and the March 2017 issue of FONT Magazine. When she isn't writing or editing, she enjoys reading, watching all kinds of movies and making the occasional collage or painting. She now lives in Las Vegas with her artist husband.



When

 Pages turn angrily

The truth doesn't hurt
once you're ready for it

But you have to survive
years of brutality first
before you know
when the moment
scoffing at the fearful falls
upon you

When you can
walk upright though scourges
scatter on your back

When you can
fall and even die
and come back and rise up again

Only then, will the waking
nightmares seem like
light rainfalls

And the hard times
be winds of change

Then you can close that book,
that proverbial trigger warning

And carry on
about your day

Monday, June 5, 2017

Echoic Poet: Erato Poetry

Please Welcome Echoic Poet Erato Poetry



Poet's Bio:

Erato Poetry is the vehicle for expressive word art, collage and music! The more obscure, angular, lyrical and emotive the better.

Website 


Peeling the plastic wrapping from appliances is strangely satisfying

the layers of skin, a neoteric girl
she was scared to stand below trees
her secrets, hidden like wooden swamps in night knife fights
she left the screen wrapping on her new ipad
circumstance littered belief that a new skin was terrifying
her road ahead was circular, frogs’ foreheads, smoother
than airport runways, though she knew
that people walk in justified squares
while twins all over the world cough as their twins smoke another
she is left feeling impending rain in her stomach and photo war coffins
the distance to preciousness is calculated
by a million chewing gum wrappers

 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Echoic Poet Jennifer Patino

Please Welcome Poet Jennifer Patino 



Poet's Bio
Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, Jennifer Patino has been writing poems and short stories since she was six years old. Her work has been featured in Enfuse Magazine, Garden Gnome Publications, and the March 2017 issue of FONT Magazine. When she isn't writing or editing, she enjoys reading, watching all kinds of movies and making the occasional collage or painting. She now lives in Las Vegas with her artist husband.


Growing Up

Just keep doing...
doing.
Just do it.

What about when
it's all so logical,
so simple,
seems like
it's so easy,
so, so easy
and my arms
& legs won't
work?
My limbs are wrapped
in twine
or pillows.
They seem farther & farther away.
They can't hear
you tell
them to move.
They are lead.
They are petrified.

How did we take those first steps?
Why did we take those first steps?

I think it's because
all the big people kept
trying to tell us
what we could
& couldn't do
so we wanted to run.

We wanted to be like
fish again
& swim
& eat
& die.

I can't move
of my own volition
on the days
when the air
is full of untruth soup
& the hatred
from everyone's
mouths,
whether they be
in my ears or my eyes,
is deafening,
threatening,
or generally
neglecting
of all it took
in my journey
to get to the point
where I could block it all out.

I can't run
fast enough
or far enough
from
me now.

This is
what
growing up
feels like.