If you are trying to figure out what makes certain kinds of “creative” work visibly or obviously “human” in the age of AI, be aware that this is not a new problem! People have been struggling with it since the dawn of the first industrial revolution, and thinking deeply about it since at least the time of William Morris and John Ruskin. You may be very late to the party, but you are not alone.

There’s a whole reading list I could offer, but start with David Pye’s The Nature and Art of Workmanship, which has some really good thoughts about what makes a physical object visibly handmade: what he calls “the workmanship of risk.” How would that concept apply to writing, or visual art? (If anybody wants to have a book club reading, I’m in.)


Regarding this headline, the next time it crosses my mind that I might subscribe to the Atlantic, I will remember that I cannot possibly do so, because I am literally nobody.


Today in Wild Raleigh:

  • A coyote ran across the greenway not twenty paces in front of me and yapped hoarsely from the brush until I’d passed.
  • On a pond, three adult Canada Geese bullied four juvenile mallard ducks out of their way, making one paddle a wide hurried circle around them to rejoin his siblings.
  • Walking out front at dusk I disturbed a rabbit with three babies in my front yard. The mother immediately hopped ten feet away to draw my attention away from the babies.
  • My dogs slept all day on the couch.

Look what arrived in the mail just now!

Book: Guide to Common Wetland Plants of North Carolina


Times like this I find myself asking… What would Hayduke do?


I don’t know what is going in over at social.lol / omg.lol and don’t care to, but I have picked up enough to confirm my opinion of people who choose silly names for (supposedly) serious products.


All weather forecasts should come with margins of error. E.g. 89± 5°F.


Morning flowers: Some kind of mallow, and bees enjoying the coneflowers (when I’m not in their way taking pictures).

White mallow flowers with a few black eyed susans, green foliagePurple cone flowers, black eyed susans and green foliage in background


Heard a chirp at my window ledge just now, looked up and saw that the feeder was empty and a house finch was sitting on the power line. I am fairly certain she was trying to get my attention, as there was nothing else around to chirp at, and as soon as I’d refilled the feeder and it stopped swinging she was back and munching away. I guess this means someone’s at least half domesticated, but I’m not sure who.


And here’s the green heron, inspired by walks along Crabtree Creek. The frame colors are meant to evoke the plumage: red undercoat for the breast feathers, dark blue-green for the wings. I enjoyed this carving!

chip carving of a green heron with marsh grass, tree, dragonflies