Brookside Gardens – Spring 2026

April 5, 2026

It’s Easter Sunday afternoon, and as usual I’m on the way to Brookside Gardens in Wheaton, MD.

Except it’s pouring rain.

Pouring rain on my Perfect Easter Garden!

So I get there and park easily, something much harder if it were 60 degrees and sunny and thus packed. Time to walk around the garden in the rain.

Maybe not on this Forbidden Patch of Grass guarded by geese.

By the bridge, the pond, the Japanese garden…



Flowers, of course.


Continue reading “Brookside Gardens – Spring 2026”

Potomac River – Spring 2026

April 4, 2026

The Maryland side of the Potomac River is pretty much all national park land. A hiking/biking towpath runs the whole way along the C&O canal, with points of interest dotted throughout, usually at the site of a canal lock. Needless to say I didn’t come close to doing the area justice in the past several weeks, but I got in a few.

Riley’s Lock

Furthest upriver I visited was Riley’s Lock/Lock 24, off River Road, in mid-March. It was a record high 80 degree day, it was furiously windy, and we were under a tornado watch, but even with a looming storm there were plenty of people here. This is where Seneca Creek reaches the river.

Where it meets the river, an old aqueduct serves as a bridge over it to connect the towpath.

Lockhouse.

History.

And, of course, the Potomac River in the late afternoon.

With a looming storm, probably not the best idea to stay too long, but nonetheless I crossed the aqueduct and followed the towpath a short way.
Continue reading “Potomac River – Spring 2026”

Rock Creek – Spring 2026

April 3, 2026

There’s Rock Creek Park as in the national park that’s in DC, and there’s Rock Creek Regional Park as in the extension of that park north into Maryland. The Maryland one consists of a ton of smaller trails and park areas along the Rock Creek Trail, as well as two parks with two lakes right by each other divided by Avery Road.

Lake Frank/Meadowside

I checked out Lake Frank on a Saturday morning in February, from the trailhead just off Avery Road. I’ve been to Meadowside many times before but hadn’t come around the lake this way.

Ah, two ways to go along the same path. Must mean there is a way to go all the way around the lake then. I had remembered it being more complicated than that in the past when I had considered doing so, but maybe they blazed new trails? Anyway, I turned right here.

Now up out of the woods and atop this dam path.

Wow, look at that frozen lake.

Coming off the dam the path was snowier but still paved and wide. For a little while, two people walking two dogs weren’t far behind me and I could hear their conversation. Seemed a mother and adult son, and she was speaking Russian and he was speaking English. Eventually they turned away along a path toward a nearby neighborhood.

Where that path met this path was a sign for the park.

Oh, the water in Rock Creek parkland is to be avoided? Shocker!

Continue reading “Rock Creek – Spring 2026”

Seneca Creek – Spring 2026

April 2, 2026

Sitting in northern Montgomery County, MD, separating Germantown and Gaithersburg, is Seneca Creek State Park.

It has trails and streams pretty much throughout the northwest portion of the county, following the eponymous creek and its various branches, though the main park is off Clopper Road, at the center of which is Clopper Lake. In December, Winter Lights is held there, where you drive through the main park and look at a bunch of cool Christmas light displays. Which means in 2020, since we all had to be social distancing and for this thing you just stay in your car, it sold way the hell out fast, as it was about the only Christmas display that wasn’t canceled that year.

Anyway, I visited it quite a bit over the past few weeks.

I even started with it, in a brief and brisk visit to a short trail just past the entrance one afternoon.

Mud and snow make it kind of slick.

Didn’t have time to go much further. But I was back a couple days later way across the park, at the Mink Hollow Trail.

Continue reading “Seneca Creek – Spring 2026”

Black Hill – Spring 2026

April 1, 2026

There’s no shortage of green spaces in Montgomery County, MD. Lots of parks around, big and small, county or state or federal, for hiking, being near water, just plain being somewhere with lots of squirrels, geese, and deer. Over the past several weeks, as the season slowly changed, I visited many of them.

One of them, one I have a much longer history with, is Black Hill Regional Park in Boyds. Whether it was walking my dogs on some of the trails back in the 1990s, or looking for a sunset-soaked location for a nice after work hike.

First place I went was one I hadn’t checked out before, outside of the main area of the park. One day in late February, still frigid and plenty of crunchy snow all around, the still-early sunset was fast approaching, so I figured this roadside spot by Little Seneca Lake, across it from the main park area, would work well. Despite the, again, frigid temperatures and crunchy snow and looming sunset, a couple other cars pulled into the small lot around the same time I did, myself the third one. One took a picture of the lake and left. Another wandered down to the shore. I did the same at another lakeside spot away from them.

Oh, by the way, this was the lake.

Frozen over from the deep freeze we’ve had recently. You can see something walked across!

Continue reading “Black Hill – Spring 2026”

Zoo – Spring 2026

March 31, 2026

DC isn’t just politics. It’s also, you know, a city, full of people and places and such.

Like the zoo of course.

It begins at the top of a hill on Connecticut Ave about halfway between the Cleveland Park and Woodley Park Metro stops. It’s free to enter, being the Smithsonian and all, but these days they make you get a ticket with a QR code. Not sure how long that’s been a thing.

I guess it’s still technically winter, on the day I visited, but that’s shouldn’t be an issue.

Oh.

But here’s a fishing cat on the Asia trail.

Down this way is the major quintissential attraction. And I know they like the cooler weather…

Awwww!

And now you’re slumped forward on the log!

The Bird House is over this way. I got inside but then had to wait in line. A door alarm kept beeping somewhere nearby which the staff were doing nothing about. Then they let us into some exhibit about Delaware Bay shore birds.

Hi, sandpipers!

Followed the exhibit through another room with some cool ducks and then the rainforest room. Back outside and around the building were more birds.

Flamingos!

Back across the bridge to-
Continue reading “Zoo – Spring 2026”

Signs of Resistance – Spring 2026

March 30, 2026

I spent the past six weeks out and about a lot. Exploring the region. Watching the snowy freezing winter thaw and blossom into spring.

Also, the world is still going to hell.

So for a couple of excursions (the getting out and going somewhere kind, not the bombing a girls’ school and closing the Strait of Hormuz kind), I checked out events where people were demanding change to all this.

Stand Up for Science

First was on March 7, when down on the National Mall was the Stand Up for Science rally. It was an overcast but mild day. I hopped on the Metro and made my way there.

To see this.

Rep. Jamie Raskin was on stage speaking when I arrived, followed by other speakers decrying the massive cuts the Orange Thing’s administration have made toward scientific research over this past year.

I checked out the few tents around, grabbed some stickers and flyers that will sit in that tote bag untouched for like three years. One tent had a stack of plain poster board and an assortment of markers. Nice. So those who didn’t have time to make a sign could just make one right here. I took the opportunity to touch up my own.
Continue reading “Signs of Resistance – Spring 2026”

Eclipse 2024

April 8, 2024

1:00am: Let’s get on the road.

Can the Pennsylvania Turnpike make up its mind whether the speed limit is 55 or 70? It changes like every mile.

4:00am: Fine, get yourself a snack. Top off gas, too.

Hmmm, there’s the exit to the road I was going to take originally. But had to change plans yesterday. Looking too cloudy there. New destination has a better chance, if still not a great one.

Crossing into Ohio.

And it’s raining.

That’s okay. It was supposed to rain this early anyway. We’ve got a lot of hours to go.

Heading north now. Past Youngstown… and officially in the path!

7:00am: Light out, still raining on and off, nearing destination.

Hmmm, clear traffic the whole way. Pleasant surprise. There was every indication traffic would be a nightmare. Maybe we’re just way early.

8:30am: Here’s a nice park by Lake Erie. Some other people in town checking it out as well. Hard to see the water from the fog from the rain, which seems to be clearing up.

9:30am: Better get some food now while we can. This little restaurant is filling up quickly with others in town for this.

After food, driving around town. Lots of neat houses right along lakeshore. There’s another cool park by the lake, with people filing in to enjoy the view. And the one later.

11:30am: Here’s the park by the lake we were in earlier. There’s more people and the bathrooms are open now. Plus my passengers want to make a stop anyway. Found a spot in the boat ramp lot.

What a lovely view of the lake, the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks. A bit of area to walk around. Watching the people show up and set themselves up here. Lots of snacks and a bathroom nearby.

Yup, I think this is our spot.

But what will we see? There’s so many clouds up there still.

Except… what’s that to the west southwest? Is that… clear skies?!

The clouds are moving from that direction. The big ones are passing, leaving fewer of them and just some high up wispy ones…

Holy shitburgers, I think we’re actually going to see it!!!

The clouds cleared more, allowing some more sunshine and warming the air a bit.

2:02pm: At last, it starts.

Can see some high up wispy clouds moving across the sun through the glasses, but they don’t block anything.

And on the lower right corner, the moon has begun to bite off a chunk.

Steadily, all around us, the light dimmed.

The sky turned a deeper blue.

The sun was a crescent. Then a fingernail. Then a sliver.

About as far as it would have gone had we stayed home (if no clouds this time).

3:10pm: Minutes away. Sky is darkening faster. Nearby lampposts and outside lights on a building by the water have clicked on.

3:15pm: Seconds away. Counting down. The last rays of sunlight disappearing as if a crack in the sky is being zipped closed…

WHOA

That’s not my picture. That’s NASA’s view of it from Cleveland, just a little west of where we were. But that’s about what appeared up there in the sky the moment the last ray of sunshine vanished.

This one is my picture.

My phone camera couldn’t focus on it too well, so it shows a whitish glob where in person at that spot was NASA’s above image.

In my picture, you can see the lit lamppost, as well as, oddly enough, that the sky on the horizon kind of looks like a sunrise or sunset. But… that’s not right. The sun isn’t over there. It’s up there behind the moon! Most of the sky was a deep dark blue, the part under the shadow, which in person was much darker than it appears here. On the horizon was where there was still sunshine. So it was like a sunrise or sunset… only upside down!

When totality began, people around us cheered. Some honked their car horns. Some howled for some reason. Sounded like someone shot off some fireworks nearby.

Up there, the white sunlight radiated out from behind the black moon, the very edges of it shimmering, as if the sun was itching to come back out and blind us all. Solar activity that is usually hidden to us, perhaps.

It went on for many glorious soul-touching minutes, until the bottom right corner got brighter. Glasses back on now! And the sunshine was back.

An industrial ship docked nearby in the lake blew its horn.

People around us packed up to leave and departed. We hung around to let the crowd clear. I stayed by the lake and watched the reverse partial eclipse pass. The air had chilled back down.

4:30pm: And that’s that.

Time to head all the way back home!

Our spot by the lake didn’t get the best reception, so we drove away somewhere else so I could see the traffic situation better on Google Maps.

Hmm, yeah, every road we could take back was backed up, though we’d be driving a while before we got to a backup. My fellow travelers were itching to get back on the road, so to shut them up, we started on southward, even though I thought it might have been a good idea to get some food first.

Sure enough, we hit a traffic backup. I went a slightly different way back this time to avoid some of the toll road as well as to go a way that looked clearer. That was fine for a while until we hit another very slow road. The exits off that road to areas with restaurants were also backed up, and those restaurants surely packed.

Eventually, we were back on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, which was moving a little quicker. Rest stops were completely packed with people. It got dark, and my lack of sleep was finally taking its toll, so I let the other person drive who had gotten some rest earlier.

Almost home and back into Maryland, without any food since every place was too full or already closing for the night, and more backups. This time construction and lane closures on I-70. Got past one slow area and into another one before long. Even once back on 270 we hit a few!

Home at last at 3am. Concluding a totally wild day trip to a midwestern state on a Great Lake, eight days shy of eight years since the last one. And perhaps longer than that until the next solar eclipse in this country, or whichever next one I’ll be able to see, whatever the world will be like then.

Imperfect and Incomplete

April 21, 2019

Over the past 47 days I’ve looked up various information about our world and ourselves. And, I’ve got to say, when you really look at it, we’re in and part of a magical place. We all began as star stuff that formed and evolved under just right and unlikely conditions, and here we all are, on our Earth, on this beautiful (here in Montgomery County MD anyway) Easter Sunday.

As I write this, I’m sitting in Brookside Gardens in Wheaton, where I’ve come for Easter for eleven years now. And, given the line of cars I was in to get in here, a lot of other people have the same idea. And for good reason! It’s gorgeous and peaceful here, full of bright blooming flowers and budding trees. And everyone walking along the path in front of me, young and old, of any race, speaking multiple languages. Some in their Easter outfits having come here from church. Some in yarmulkes, to go on this evening to a seder. And so many others, walking among the flowers and in the sunshine.

What I see is what the world could and should be. I see the shared appreciation of a botanical garden on a spring day.

This past week, I wrote about the women scientists who despite misogyny made huge discoveries about our universe. I wrote about the bizarre iron-rich green icebergs and then some extremely dangerous but fascinating geographic and geologic features around the world. Then about some animals and their amazing abilities. And then some weird trees. Finally, some scientific articles I’d recently read, an all too small sampling of our species’ boundless creativity and innovation.

Outside this place and this day, it’s back to being reminded of all that’s wrong in the world. Even here, they have an exhibit about plastic pollution, a serious problem in need of our so very human ingenuity to solve and clean up. The diversity of the walkers in front of me is elsewhere a reason to kill and enact horrific xenophobic policies. The sexist attitudes that inhibit female scientists are still around, if much less so.

So many of these social issues are a distraction. How much energy gets wasted on ridiculous concerns like someone’s citizenship or skin color or sexual orientation or religion? How much energy is wasted on excessive accumulation of wealth and power by those with zero interest in actually using it for any greater good?

We’re humans. We are life on planet Earth. We are aware of ourselves and our place in the universe. We are the cosmos made conscious, the means by which the universe understands itself. Our presence, our existence, our progress is all a miracle. We inherited the universe in our own time to make our contribution and pass it on to those after us.

So we have to create and innovate, to cure and investigate, to fix and try again and again. We have to take care of each other and explore the world and universe around us and use it all responsibly, to do better each time. This is our sacred purpose. It’s just that simple and just that astoundingly difficult. But we can and must do it.

Happy Easter!

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet.

Rush, “Freewill

If They Could

April 7, 2018

So I was at the March for Our Lives in DC two weeks ago, joining in with WES, who I somehow managed to find in the crowd.

Check out my sign!

Yup. I figured everyone else would have the basic gun control angle well covered, so I went the voting age route, if with a well-deserved jab at the NRA to play to the audience.

And if this whole thing isn’t a major reason for lowering the voting age, I don’t know what is. But more on that in a moment.

The speakers were mostly Parkland students, as well as survivors and friends and family of victims from that and other shootings, all demanding an end to gun violence, all urging our leaders to take action. All calling for sensible gun control.

Not that that’s a simple solution. Gun control has its own complexities and can very easily be racist, ableist, and numerous other inequalities (which, not being Kathleen, I’m not going to sit here and spend ten paragraphs naming!). Certainly not even those at the march would be in agreement as to what that would look like, as some just want guns to be more difficult to get, requiring background checks and perhaps licensing, while others straight up want the Second Amendment repealed.

But all that aside, gun control as a response to school shootings would be significant in a way I hadn’t really even realized before. Until one of the speakers straight up said they do not want zero tolerance policies.

That’s right. Zero tolerance policies and other academic security theater, making the schools become somehow even more like prisons, are often the go-to response from policymakers when these atrocities happen. We’re seeing calls for harsher school environments. The idea being that if students are super restricted they won’t shoot or be shot.

In other words, instead of going with gun control, which would directly affect and restrict adults and acknowledge that adults must accept responsibility and make sacrifices, whatever they may specifically be, they go for zero tolerance policies and tougher schools, all of which pin all the restriction and blame on the young students they’re supposedly protecting.

They also say that #WalkUpNotOut bullshit, telling students not to walk out and demand change but to just “walk up” to some lonely classmate and befriend him so that he doesn’t flip out and shoot everyone. Which, while certainly befriending people is good, is just more of adults shirking responsibility and blaming the problem on young people and bullying, with a side of “therefore, sit down and shut up because it makes me uncomfortable when you challenge authority or think critically except where doing so is convenient for me”.

To these adults, it’s all a young people problem, young people need to be made to behave and kept on a short leash, and if adults are responsible for anything it’s that they’re not being tough enough with those horrible young people.

And, of course, gun control would affect voters. The students being heavily restricted and nonetheless still shot at aren’t old enough to vote.

That’s also why I’m so dismayed at the push to raise the firearm purchase age to 21. As I said before, it doesn’t actually accomplish anything or force our society to tackle the hard questions around guns. It just, like with the zero tolerance policies, pins the blame on young people and calls that a victory. They rightly see zero tolerance as the pathetic cop out that it is, yet somehow raising the purchase age is any better? Vast majority of these mass shooters were well over 21, and the deaths of their victims weren’t any less tragic and horrifying. Nikolas Cruz is only 19, sure, but I doubt an age restriction would have stopped him here, or that in two years he’d be over whatever made him do this and that he’d be all sunshine and roses. Not that I think he should have been able to get an AR-15 however he did, but that should be a question of the general population’s ability to get one rather than picking on and thus blaming young people.

After all, blaming young people is just going to make this worse. Not only are policymakers choosing to place restrictions that apply only to young people and not anyone or very many old enough to vote while ignoring gun control policies which would apply outside of schools and affect adult voters and actually be effective (or at least much moreso than zero tolerance policies and increased age restrictions), but in showing little willingness to consider more effective options, they’re making clear that, despite the thoughts and prayers, they don’t really care that much that these kids are dying. After all, they are teenagers, a group thoroughly villified at all corners of society. Teenagers are nothing but trouble, something their voters must put up with. The voting parents are devastated, absolutely, and that’s where there’s some lip service to these voters having lost cherished property but not much more. Even after Sandy Hook and the victims being much younger, nothing was done. Kids might make adults as a whole feel sentimental, but it doesn’t mean they value their lives enough to make widespread societal change for them. Except where they can make themselves look like they care to score points with other adults.

Hence my sign.

The march included frequent reminders to vote in November, against those who just do and say whatever the NRA tells them. Those who would rather make schools more restrictive and punitive than even think that an adult might not need to be able to get a semiautomatic weapon that easily. Because, as the march concluded, we must remember the children at the ballot box.

And I was standing there with gritted teeth, thinking “there’s an obvious change to call for here… politically active teens needing to beg adult voters to vote a certain way… we’re just a few miles from three towns that did it… come on…”

Because, seriously, would this be an issue if these teens could vote? I mean, yeah, probably, but all this highlights what a gross injustice it is that they can’t. They want safer schools and for these mass shootings to stop, but because they don’t have the franchise, elected officials aren’t under all that much obligation to listen or care except where those of voting age show solidarity. Because the group that is endangered in these shootings, the students, isn’t considered a group worth having a voice except by way of parents and teachers, which is of course not good enough. Lower the voting age to 16, and make the high school students a voting bloc who can tip the election results one way or another, and suddenly the candidates can’t afford not to listen to their demands or at least stop scapegoating them.

This isn’t just wishful thinking on my part. Lowering the voting age has very much been part of the conversation here, with a slew of articles and whatnot coming out around this issue here and here and here and here and here and here and here. The Parkland students’ activism, while not about this specifically, absolutely demands it. Without the youth vote, adults can much more easily simply choose not to listen.

Without the youth vote, adults can much more easily not care when young people die.