Thursday, October 27, 2022

A childlike sense of wonder

Today, on my birthday, if you will indulge me, I am going to talk about my childlike sense of wonder.


When I was a very young man, maybe even a teenager, there was a book that captivated me. It was called The Tracker, because it was about a guy who was good at tracking things, in the wilderness. 

I'll just say here that it was sort of non fiction.

Isn't everything?

The World itself is sort of non fiction! If you ask me, which you did. Although your asking me was sort of non fiction.

Well, and so was this book.

And one of the things that stuck with me from The Tracker was the author talking about tracking lost kids in the woods, and their difference from adults. Adults, according to the tracker, just sort of plod on. Their path is full of straight lines. They go from point A to point B, even if they don't know where they're going. But kids are full of curiosity. They wander off the trail. They go investigate a tree stump. They climb down and they climb back up. Their paths are full of exploration and whim and interest.

When I read this, and it was very clearly in favor of how kids are, and sad and critical of how adults are, I wished I could be in the author's defined "good" group, curious kids, rather than in his sad group, uninspired adults. But I did my fair share of walking in the wilds back then, and I grimly knew how I walked, like an adult. 

I don't think this would get to me now, but way back then, it was... disappointing.

Now let us rotate the Earth around the Sun, one, two, maybe 30 or 40 times. And there I am walking in the great Autumn Woods of Minnesota. I have one big camera that I love, slung over my neck. I have another camera in my pocket, sleek and odd, technically a phone, that I use even more often. I am walking, but it is hard for me to get anywhere.

This day I would like to make it into Mendota, the place where my walk let off a couple weeks earlier, when I came at it from the opposite end, but I am delayed. Every ditch, every strange tree, every bird is an attraction to me. I thrash off into the grasses at the least provocation. I climb up on fallen trees. I follow any stream as far as I can. I thrash down the embankment and tiptoe into an island in the middle of the water. I cross. I stare at the water. I circle back to where I was. I take pictures.

And it comes to me in a moment of understanding.

Thirty-five years later, I walk like a child.


  1. First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Feldenstein Calypso!

    What a beautiful post and what good fortune that you can just walk and find treasures.
    And could you please say more about the boxes photo?

    I remember that book and how the teacher of the boys had them hang out in a snowstorm in nothing but their boxers, with the goal being to make friends w/ the cold, to hold it like a blanket. They get there.

    May your day be blessed with destination-less adventure.

    1. Thank you for your wishes and your request, person of the same age as me. The boxes photo was made by taking a photo on what probably was the Minnesota River, but could have been the Mississippi. At that point I used a kind of app that mirrored the image so the left side is the same as the right. From there I employed another app that inserts geometrical constructs in a realistic way into photographs. Then I employed, using a third app, a kind of complicated "artistic" filter to the picture and fiddled with its strength and effect and...

      there you have it!

    2. oops, l think I left out one filter app (a fourth one) that is a secondary filter, called "Tangled" that I quite like when it works out really well, which is every once in awhile.


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