
Time: 1638-1700
Tyler Starr
26 September 2008 from 1215 to 1230
Location: North bank of the Mill Stream just to the north of Goudy
Weather: 57 ̊ F, partly cloudy, no wind
Rose Dickson
23 September 2008
1631 – 1709 hours
On the bridge between Smith Auditorium and the Library on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
68 degrees, clear skies
“And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.” Simon and Garfunkel
Sitting on the Willamette University campus, I am in awe. The changes I have observed in just a few weeks really hits me as I listen to one of my favorite songs by Simon and Garfunkel, Leaves that are Green. My ear picks up their harmonious voices, as I begin to see that what they are singing of is right in front of my eyes. Everywhere I look, the ground is littered with leaves of red, brown and yellow; autumn is here. I look at one leaf in particular; it is decorated with each of these three colors so intricately, that I can’t help but see it as an incredible piece of art. These are the details in nature that amaze me. I could work on a drawing or painting of this single leaf for weeks and still never be able to replicate the intense detail in which it possesses. I am stunned by the ease at which you can find beauty in nature, all it takes is opening your eyes. I pick up the leaf and take it back to my dorm; I have found a new piece of art to decorate my room.
Tyler Starr
24 September 2008 from 1215 to 1230
Location: The southern bank of the Mill Stream just to the north of the UC
Weather: 65 ̊ F, 5-10 mph wind, partly cloudy, with a strong sun
Tyler Starr
22 September from 0949 to 1006
Location: Under the westernmost horse chestnut tree on the northwest corner of the Quad.
Weather: 55 ̊ F, no wind, mostly sunny
19 September 2008
1830
Once again grassy area between UC and Millstream
Today I am sitting with friends at the millstream again because I really like it here and am too unoriginal to be able to find another place to go observe. Today the water level seems to be about the same as it was a few days ago. So even though I still have not looked into whether this is natural or not it is nice to know that the millstream is still steady. Today there are only two ducks in the stream; both appear to be aimlessly paddling around. It seems like a nice thing to be a duck. Once aging is a pair of ducks a mallard and a hen both seem to be quite comfortable surrounded by people near the mill stream.
16 September 2008
1410
Grassy area between University center and Mill Steam
The Mill Stream is higher this week! I am really excited about this. Last week there were marks from where the stream level usually is and the water level was at least 8 inches lower than that. So today when I was at the stream I was happily surprised to find that the level of the stream was only about two inches below the water marks. However I have heard rumors that man controls the water flow in the Millstream. So I will have to look into that deeper, and see whether or not the rising of the millstream was natural or unnatural. Other than the stream being higher this is a pretty typical afternoon at the millstream, there are the usual groups of people around. However it is slightly cooler today so there seem to be a slight fewer amount of people near the stream.
18 September 2008
1700
Willamette River near Salem Riverfront Park.
At the moment I am reflection upon my time at rowing practice. Where the other members of the team and I spend about and hour and a half on the river six days a week.
When I am not rowing I really enjoy looking out into the river of the banks or the Willamette. Unfortunately I have yet to see any neat or very interesting creature in the river. Sometimes when I am getting into the boat I can see small fish that appeared to be juvenile, but I am unable to tell what kind of fish they are. Today I was lucky enough to see an osprey catch a fish. It was as if this majestic bird swooped out of no where and caught it’s meal and left. The only out of the norm thing that I saw while witnessing the bird fish was it had quite a long pause while catching the fish on the water. Which gave me the idea that the fish the osprey was catching must be large because it was not able to be a swift in catching the fish as I have seen other osprey. I also enjoy watching the different kinds of bushes and trees on the bank from the boat. From California the northwest is such a different world it amazes me all these evergreen plants, opposed to the yellow that coats everything in California six months of the year. The other thing that amazes me, here is the river and how vast it is. This is another new experience for me and I look forward to watching it change as the year progresses.
21 September 2008
1400
Balcony of Keneko commons
This is the first day of rain this season. It is interesting I am sitting on my balcony watching the steady drizzle come down. I first begin to notice it how the rain here in Salem Oregon is much different that the rain that I have experience in Santa Cruz, California. Here, the sky turned from blue to a clouded grey about two days ago. Then today around 11 am a steady rain that was not much more than a drizzle came down for about 4 hours. This is very different for the rain that I have seen in California because there when it rains it is a very violent situation. The rain pours for only a brief period and then stops. So today observing the rain from my balcony is a very interesting and new experience for me. It looks like this grey sheet moving toward the earth. And this sheet is a never ending being coming down. I must say it does put a dampening on plans to go out in the world. However there is a calming aspect to the steadiness of the rain, which is calling and easy to fall in love with.
Rose Dickson
21 September 2008
1532– 1551 hours
Botanical gardens on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
59 degrees, rainy
Laying in the grass with my eyes closed I become hyper aware of the buzz going on around me. The buzz is not of students, music or transportation; it is the buzzing of bees all around me. The buzzing sound is one every child knows well, and knows to fear. It is an uncomfortable reminder that at any point you may need to jump up and run for your life. I remember being told that bee’s sense fear. Using this information as my guide, I stayed put. I let them freely take there course and I chose not to bother them or let them bother me. As I spent more time listening to their lives pass over me I began to wonder where they all were coming from. Was a hive near by? I wanted to find it! I chose the individual bee that I was determined would lead me back to his home. I followed him through the flowers and around the corner of the gardens. We traveled all the way to sparks field before I realized he was sending me on a wild goose chase. What was this bee even doing, exploring aimlessly? I’m sure he wasn’t going to find anything of interest to him on the turf. Using my better judgment, I let go of my hopes of finding the beehive, and I began to wonder what the everyday life for an individual bee was. How was their day divided between work and play? Was there even the ability for play? Could they even tell a difference? I lose my sense of time as I wonder all these trivial facts. I guess this is what observation journals are for!
Rose Dickson
21 September 2008
0000 – 0045 hours
Bench in the botanical gardens on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
55 degrees, partly cloudy
Sitting on the bench at the botanical gardens I notice I have company. Staring back at me are a pair of florescent green eyes. As I become more aware of my friend, I notice he is not alone. Standing directly across from me is a large family of raccoons. They stay standing still, as if shocked by the situation. I do the same. I waited 5 minuets as we gaze intently at one another, are they aware of me? Can they see me or do they sense my presence? Why are they still, do they feel threatened? Or are they just as interested in me as I am in them? The mom, or biggest raccoon, finally leads her 3 kids around the corner of sparks center. I followed my curiosity and chased after them. Unfortunately, they blend in with the darkness so well that I could not find any trace or hint of raccoon. Where could they have gone? Were they intentionally hiding from me? Did they go back to their home? All I could look for was the reflection of their eyes against the night sky, and they were nowhere to be found.
Tyler Starr
21 September 2008 from 1652-1709
Location: Along the Mill Stream on the northern bank, just north of Goudy
Weather: 59 ̊ F, partly cloudy, 5 mph breezes, everything is still wet from rain
Rose Dickson
17 September 2008
1739 – 1807 hours
On the bridge between Smith Auditorium and the Library on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
59 degrees, partly cloudy
Walking home from dinner at Goudy Commons I decided to take a moment and watch the sunset. The colors in the sky were fantastic yellows and oranges, but the most amazing site was the sun itself. It looked as if a pink highlighter had drawn a perfect circle in the sky. I stood motionless watching the sun as it gradually fell from my vision. As it lowered, it became a deeper and deeper shade, but it never lost its florescent glow. Towards the end of the sunset, I looked over at my friend to remark how breathtaking the site was. As I turned, I noticed his skin was reflecting the color of the sun; it looked as if he had turned pink! How can something so far away create such an impact on earth? The rays, that are over 90 million miles away, were embracing my friend’s skin and even more strange, probably my own as well.