May 8, 2013
I saw and contemplated a toad in the woods yesterday. I am incapable of passing by living things. “It’s just a toad; just a sparrow.” Really? I also saw a red fox. More special?
Try (and we are) exterminating one species and suffer the consequences. A pileated woodpecker flew just over my head and landed on the side of an oak tree, not ten feet away. We looked at each other for over a minute. Interwoven, interconnected, joined. One living planet.
One species of human left, five thousand species of ants. Who will inherit the earth?
About Eugene Jones Baldwin
I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: eugenebaldwin.com. I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play.
I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website)
I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
