Hunter Ricks Blog

Nature Observation One: Shamrock, TX             The field extended into the distance forming a pallet of green and yellow. The brush twitched nervously as the wind began to pick up. The breath of mother nature catapulted pollen and leaves into the air raining down on the roaming cows. The cows maneuvered this maze of confusion as they attempt to find lunch. The novice brush gives one last wave before the harrowing jaws of the speckled blob devour it.             My eyes began to focus on single piece of brush that stood with confidence amongst the clan.   From afar, the bush radiated with life as it swam throughout the green riverbed. As I began to approach the bush, a haunting scene emerged. Uncharacteristic of the majority, this bush reflected the grey hue of asphalt. The leaves were not a healthy oval, moreover, they were a body meager with hunge...

Nature Journal:             As I begin my run, the crisp air of a new day cuts through my hair. The sunrise paints the young morning with a tangerine hue. The rays of the burning sun cut through the blades of grass like a scythe. The morning air is thick as a pool of molasses, sticking to my throat with every breath I take. The canopy of the trees still shades the concrete from the beams of life. The wildlife is currently shaded from their natural alarm clock. I stop and decide to take a rest and I notice the hedge of flowers in front of the library. The TCU landmark in front of the library that has been the first invitation to academia for the incoming freshman. As I approach this cherished place, my throat begins to crackle as I take in the newfound pollinated air. The flowers still wet from the bath of the thunderstorm the night before. The water drowns my sock with every step. The dew clinches to the petals for ...