Gibban

Last night, as lightning flashed in the windows, I watched "Apocalypse Now" and thought of its attraction as a river journey, one of many river journeys in art... The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Lord Jim, TheSand Pebbles (my favorite), and the Lewis and Clark Journals, which may not be art, but are done so well that they should be (no one has yet made a decent film of that story when you think about it).  I put in on the Quinnipiac once again from the same spot next to the gravel yard that I used before.  Puffing, swirling and gusting warm winds match the cumulonimbus above and there is a threat of thunderstorms.  I turn down river this time into the large tidal marsh, and into the wind and into the flooding tidal current. Phragmites (a 10 to 20 ft tall non-native reed) dominate the marsh.  It makes me wonder if Monsanto has researched this plant in their efforts to turn the entire world's food source into white wheat, french fry shaped potatoes, and corn grown i...