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kindle µ Pilgrim at Tinker Creek 288 pages Download Ø Annie Dillard ↠ An exhilarating meditation on nature and its seasons—a personal narrative highlighting one year's exploration on foot in the author's own neighborhood in Tinker Creek Virginia In the summer Dillard stalks muskrats in the creek aTo con a coot; she collects pond water and examines it under a microscope She unties a snake skin witnesses a flood and plays 'King of the Meadow' with a field of grasshoppers For me two stars means I disliked it even though GR says it means it was okay I usually don't finish books that I dislike that's why I have so few 2 star reviews here on this site However this one seemed harmless enough and there were aspects of the book I liked at least when I started For example there are a lot of stories and anecdotes about nature that were really interesting On cool autumn nights eels hurrying to the sea sometimes crawl for a mile or across dewy meadows to reach streams that will carry them to salt water These are adult eels silver eels and this descent that slid down my mind is the fall from a long spring ascent the eels made years ago In the late summer of the year they reached maturity they stopped eating and their dark color vanished They turned silver; now they are heading to the sea where they will mate release their eggs and die Imagine a chilly night and a meadow; balls of dew droop from the curved blades of grass Here come the eels The largest are five feet long All are silver They stream into the meadow sift between grasses and clover veer from your path There are too many to count All you see is a silver slither like twisted ropes of water falling roughly a one way milling and mingling over the meadow and slide to the creekThis is interesting It's this kind of stuff that kept me reading There's still a little bit of over writing in there that I despise but whatever Now listen to this next part If I saw that sight would I live? If I stumbled across it would I ever set foot from my door again? Or would I be seized to join that compelling rush would I cease eating and pale and abandon all to start walking? Blegh The melodrama The romanticization The overly dramatic prose and why does she always think everything has to do with HER? Almost every time she mentions some natural phenomena she inevitably ends the thought with some kind of personal revelation or reaction It's excessive and selfish and human centric It's exactly what I don't want to read in a book about nature She just inserts herself everywhere as if her thoughts are important than what is actually going on As for the language which people seem to praise I found it bloated overwritten and unnecessarily concerned with description Not just description but description bordering on embellishment I felt her human hands in everything making the beauty that she often describes into heavy labored prose full of awkward strain and effort

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In the summer Dillard stalks muskrats in the creek and contemplates wave mechanics; in the fall she watches a monarch butterfly migration and dreams of Arctic caribou She tries one of those things that came almost literally from the sky dropped on the table in front of me with a shrug an nil explanation my absolute favorite book I LOVE THIS BOOK i've so far read it five times and bought it for four others highlighted to hell and took lots of notes referenced it past the point where people are beyond over it so all i'll say is minutiae in nature are extraordinaryAbout five years ago I saw a mockingbird make a straight vertical descent from the roof gutter of a four story building It was an act as careless and spontaneous as the curl of a stem or the kindling of a starThe mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling accelerating thirty two feet per second per second through empty air Just a breath before he would have been dashed to the ground he unfurled his wings with exact deliberate care revealing the broad bars of white spread his elegant white banded tail and so floated onto the grass I had just rounded a corner when his insouciant step caught my eye; there was no one else in sight The fact of his free fall was like the old philosophical conundrum about the tree that falls in the forest The answer must be I think that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them The least we can do is try to be thereyes

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Pilgrim at Tinker CreekAn exhilarating meditation on nature and its seasons a personal narrative highlighting one year's exploration on foot in the author's own neighborhood in Tinker Creek Virginia There is something remarkably spiritual about Dillard’s thorough observations and painfully accurate descriptions of the natural world in Tinker Creek her home in Virginia Each chapter evokes the grotesue transformation that insects reptiles fish and animals undergo to adapt to the indifferent natural habitat that fosters disfigures and finally kills them The shifting seasons attuned to the natural cycle provide sporadic moments of enlightening contemplations about creation and the forces that make the world spin on its axis under the inanimate unknown universe that allows stars to become the source of warmth and life regardless of an apparently soulless disorder of thingsDillard’s conception of beauty is based on emptying the mind and abandoning the constant recognition of the self to surrender to one’s surroundings making the natural world the protagonist and not the background of our erratic uncertain and insignificant lives A type of beauty that shines in the mangled creatures she so carefully devotes her attention toShe unlocks meaning from the water bug sucking the life out of a frog or from the praying mantis laying eggs after mutilating the male or from monarch butterflies that hatch and carry the smell of previous seasons with them before they migrate to the south The careless and the unaware nature is the bountiful its outlandish fecundity and growth becomes and corruption decay and death are taken as intrinsic stages of this ongoing process of merely beingWords pour out of Dillard’s poetic drive flooding pages with impossible detail and countless scientific facts that she matches up with the spiritual ache that urges her to go out every morning and some nights in search of answersThe problem of this particular reader was that she was incapable of joining Dillard in the vacuum of her mental space in the place where she dropped all uestions to become a still mirror to become what she saw I on the other hand remained an outcast a voyeur of her spiritual communion with the world unable to partake in its grace and gnarled glory