Little Cottonwood Canyon

In the canyons there is a time after most of the leaves have fallen but before the snow sticks, that is both serious and beautiful. It is serious because the landscape colors are muted and somber. But it is beautiful because the landscape is so bare and exposed to exploration.

It is in this "in between" time when Magnus likes to hike because there is so much for him to study. In Little Cottonwood Canyon — for instance — he gathers samples from the large quartz monzonite outcroppings found there. He stops frequently to study the decomposing foliage along the side of the trail. He scouts for unfamiliar flowers and plants in hopes of discovering something new to show his fellow members of the Utah Native Plant Society. He charts weather conditions to submit to the Farmers' Almanac.

On hikes like that I mostly just follow and wonder when snow will come and open the ski resorts... different brains I suppose.

But I'm glad Magnus thinks like he does and that I think like I do.

I hope you're glad you think like you do, too.

-rfb



Nevermore?

Every October Magnus' colleagues study the social-impact of scarecrows. They ask questions like these: How well crafted are they? How have they stood the test of time? How many scarecrows in Iowa (highest producing corn state)? For a cackled and charming effect, they always recite Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven as they get to work. I'm a little unnerved by it, to tell you the truth.

Would you categorize these as ravens, crows, or jackdaws? How many birds are there? The first person to write me back with the correct answer will win a tee-shirt inspired by this image! Write back to my Facebook account or email me at redfredbodoni@gmail.com.