My name is Tyler Pedersen and I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, nature enthusiast and runner from Helena, Montana. I have self-published one book of poetry titled, “Nostalgia, Naturally,” through Authorhouse in 2007. My specialties are concrete poetry … Continue reading →
There is something sacred and beautiful about planting a tree. Then to watch it grow and eventually tower over you…how humbling and empowering all at once. If everyone planted a few hundred trees in their lifetime, think of the positive … Continue reading →
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Izzy puppy slobbering sunshine
Thank you to all my followers for your kindness and readership. 2015 has been a stellar year for my blog, The Ancient Eavesdropper, and it’s because of you! I wish everyone a happy and healthy 2016! May you continue to … Continue reading →
The rhythmic choreography of rain — each step precipitating the dance — rooftops saturated with salubrious sounds. A tree teaches us to reach for the sky, remember our roots & live deeply. Slanted rays of rain shine down from dark … Continue reading →
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 29,000 times in 2014. If it were a … Continue reading →
About 3,000 to 4,000 years ago, Tahkenitch Lake is believed to have been an ocean estuary. Large earthquakes caused the dunes to shift, cutting it off from the Pacific Ocean, now 1.6 miles away (http://wikimapia.org/5881468/Tahkenitch-Lake). According to The Northwest Coast: … Continue reading →
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 42,000 times in 2013. If it were a … Continue reading →
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Treetops have always fascinated me. What an incredible view these beautiful giants have of the entire landscape. Imagine if you were a bird perched on the topmost branch of an ancient Sequoia or a squirrel holed up in the recesses … Continue reading →
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In the winter months we sit immersed by a flood of silence — dormant thoughts germinating beneath the surface.
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