from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
"I used to be able to see flying insects in the air. I'd look ahead and see, not the row of hemlocks across the road, but the air in front of it. My eyes would focus along that column of air, picking out flying insects. But I lost interest. Now I can see birds. Probably some people can look at the grass at their feet and discover all the crawling creatures. I would like to know grasses and sedges--and care. Then my least journey into the world would be a field trip, a series of happy recognitions. ... But I don't see what the specialist sees, and so I cut myself off, not only from the total picture, but from the various forms of happiness."
Annie Dillard, 1974
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Interesting.
https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/02/the-thoreau-of-the-suburbs/385128/
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