Rose Dickson
4 October 2008
1421 – 1450 hours
Facing the Bistro, next to the mill stream on Willamette University Campus, Salem, OR, USA
58 degrees, cloudy
Sitting by the Mill stream I let my feet sink into the water. My toes slip along the slimy rocks below and I wonder what creates their texture. Beneath my legs I feel a tickling of fuzz. To investigate I lift my legs and examine the rocks I was using as support. These rocks, like the ones below my feet, are also covered in a blanket of texture. This texture, however, encompasses only half the rock. The texture is mossy to the touch- it is embedded between the cracks of the different rocks but also hug the outer circumference. The moss is like a blanket to the stone. When did it grow here? This is the first time I noticed this external covering, is it a warm coat for the winter? Do rocks, like humans, need an extra layer, as the weather get cooler? I abandon this thought and begin to question its existence the whole time I’ve taken residence at Willamette. How could I have let this significant part of Willamette University campus go unnoticed for so long? The more we study different naturalists in Colloquium class the more I become aware of the relevance in each detail of nature. Nature is a whole, not a collection of individuals. I want to enlarge my view nature. A vast expanse, working together in a cyclical pattern.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.ozarkmountainimages.com/ForestFloor/MossyRock1024.jpg
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