Field Marks (Hubbard Brook Experimental Forest)
Part of The Museum of the White Mountains’ exhibition:
Extending Ecology: Meaning Making with the White Mountains
[map of Field Marks]
THE WATERFALL
A place of play, curiosity, and naps. Here, the brook takes quirky bumps, turns, and slides; rocks have circular pockets and smooth, angled surfaces. It was here that Rich made his inspired speech about how, over millions of years, the rocks shape the water and the water shapes the rocks. The two participate in a durational dance of reflexivity, teaching us how to be in relationship by showing us how they respectfully, patiently, and playfully engage with each other. Rich and I have consistently revisited The Waterfall ever since. I can only hope I am somehow reciprocating back out into the world what The Waterfall gifts me: The rock shapes the water and the water shapes the rock.
BROOK PARTY
What is the experiential difference between a competition and a celebration? At the furthest downstream point before Hubbard Brook exits the boundaries of the forest, the feeling is distinctly one of a shared, conjoined purpose. As the brook rushes down, prepping for its merge into the Pemigewasset, it is fully equipped with all forms of data – scientific and otherwise – from each of the forest’s watersheds. Rather than establishing independence, the streams have united, each contributing what they’ve collected along their individual paths in the service of the momentum of the whole. THIS is the experience of celebration.
THE MOSSY CATWALK
Situated just beneath my Mossy Office, the catwalk is a particularly well-delineated part of the path that is flanked by the softest, most seductive, brilliantly green moss. Although each of the numerous varieties speak their own textural tongue, their messages all translate to the same invitation: Engage. Supportive and vivacious, this pathway has become a space of liberation and ideation. Even in the winter, frozen and covered in snow, the warmth of this creative vitality is palpable. The Mossy Catwalk has taught me that, through trust and mutual memories, a sacred pact remains intact.
THE GIGGLE
Watershed 9 has character all the way up. Majestic moments in the bog, damp, coniferous spaces of self-reflection, tannin-filled water that made me and my yellow ochre t-shirt feel at home. But where Watershed 9 meets the brook, it giggles, hop-skip-jumping into the brook with glee. From holy bog to emo woodland to…fountain of youth? Right next to The Giggle, in the larger Hubbard Brook, rocks disturb and delay the water. But shift scales back to The Giggle and such obstacles become games. Maybe this youthful spirit is actually age-old wisdom traveling down from Watershed 9: shift your scale, keep it in perspective, embrace complexity, enjoy the ride.