There is nothing more obvious on Turtle Island...

...than "Aesthetic Farm Maintenance."

https://pahistoricpreservation.com/finding-meaning-stone/

In my experience, in the Nonnewaug Cluster, a boulder is used for a carapace:

Allen or "Turtle Rock"in Alabama:

A Boulder and Stacked Stones Variation:

http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2014/05/scuppo-rd-box-turtle-surprise.html

https://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2015/12/arguing-with-my-hero.html

Shaky Videos

If my photography isn't that great, is it possible that my video is worse?

Could be me, could be the camera (or it could be both)...

Under the Power Lines

First you have to look over at Rock Piles ( http://rockpiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-happy-to-be-home.html) and think about how two guys, hundreds of miles apart, just both happened to be under some power lines, looking for stone constructions that might be Native American in origin.And actually finding them...

Well I walked up to a place under the power lines, up near that Mound Swamp I was writing about just this past October ( http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2006/10/mound-swamp-part-one.html ). I wrote, "The zigzag rows are disturbed by the road but they continue to the south, concealed by brush. And if I did follow them in the past, I don't remember well enough to tell you where they lead."

Yesterday just happened to be the day that I actually followed the first stone row I came to until it ended, followed the next row I came to after that one fizzled out, eventually ended up following a couple more - and then finally ended up at the spot where I was talking about when I confessed I didn't remember where the row led.

Turtles in my Logo

Some of the turtles I neglected to photograph do appear in drawings. There are many "Turtle Specific" specimens in (an imaginary) stone circle in this drawing.

At 2 O'Clock is the spotted turtle, at 4 a snapper or a stinkpot or something, etc...

3 Items by Gary Snyder

For All:

 "Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on, sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies. Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes cold nose dripping singing inside creek music, heart music, smell of sun on gravel. I pledge allegiance I pledge allegiance to the soil of Turtle Island, and to the beings who thereon dwell one ecosystem in diversity under the sun With joyful interpenetration for all."

  from:http://www.rooknet.com/beatpage/writers/snyder.html

A path is something that can be followed, it takes you somewhere. "Linear." What would a path stand against? "No path." Off the path, off the trail. So what's off the path? In a sense everything else is off the path. The relentless complexity of the world is off to the side of the trail. For hunters and herders trails weren't always so useful. For a forager, the path is not where you walk for long. Wild herbs, camas bulbs, quail, dye plants, are away from the path. The whole range of items that fulfill our needs is out there. We must wander through it to learn and memorize the field

--rolling, crinkled, eroded, gullied, ridged (wrinkled like the brain) -- holding the map in mind. This is the economic-visualization-meditation exercise of the Inupiaq and Athapaskans of Alaska of this very day. http://www.albany.edu/~litmag/archives/vol213/map.html 

 "Find your place on the planet, dig in and, take responsibility from there."

Gary Snyder