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HONORING LAKE WINGRA

8/25/2020

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Madison, Wisconsin, where I have lived (at least seasonally) for more than 40 years, is built on a series of lakes. The one closest to my house is the smallest of the lot. It's name, "Wingra," comes from the Ho-Chunk word for "duck." The lake is spring-fed and surrounded by a natural preserve (the Arboretum, owned and operated by the university); there are only 3 houses anywhere on the shore. Only minimal motors are allowed.  I have spent a great many hours with this place, both around the perimeter (walking, biking, taking generations of children to the zoo or playground, collecting watercress at the spring, watching muskies [muskellunge] jump over the fish ladder in the spring, etc.), and traversing the water in a kayak. I walked down to the lake today and realized it would be a wonderful to bring some of the Wingra reveries to this audience --to select scenes, stories, and some of the words generated over the years and to share them here.
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Aerial view of Lake Wingra taken from the UW Arboreturm (look closely and you may see two of the other Madison lakes at the top of the photo--they are all connected.)
Part of what stimulated me to think about sharing about Lake Wingra today was the fact that I gifted a friend with one of my older art pieces that incorporated literal lake detritus, and as part of the gift, I pulled up this narrative that I had written in 2012.
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WINGRA MOLLUSK REVERIE
    5.75" high
   Tie-dyed felt fabric, freshwater snail and clam shells


     Mollusks dream deep in the water, silently witnessing: flitting fish, waving weeds and water lilies, darting dragon flies, the heron, the swooping swallows, kayak paddles, gull shadows.
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I had been gathering the tiny bleached snail shells that rose to the surface of the lake for many years, reaching down from my kayak into the weeds and water lily pads to collect them. I never saw the living snails, but knew they were abundant, as there are shells all around the shore. These white housings are fragile, easily crushed between thumb and forefinger or by accidentally applying pressure. There’s always sand in them when I clean them out, for first they sink to the lake bed (where most often they must themselves become part of the sediment), and then float up to the surface when they are light enough. Sometimes there are remnants of the animals that built these shells, just tiny filaments of dried-out flesh that look much like tendrils of weeds that got stuck inside.
 
After I had been paddling the lake for decades, local conservationists made a great effort to remove the alien carp, which had been drastically changing the natural eco-system. The carp churned up the bottom and thus clouded the water, keeping visibility low.  (Big carp were literally caught in nets through holes in the ice in the winter! and they were prevented from spawning in the spring). When the water cleared, I caught sight of large clam shells on the sandy bottoms in some of the shallowest areas. I was extremely excited, for I had not realized they were there at all. (I knew of freshwater clams and mussels in the nearby rivers, but had no idea there were clams in my figurative backyard.)  It was a revelation, and seeing them was still a rarity.  I proudly came home with several clam shells that year.
 
The next season, with the water even clearer, I spent time trawling for clams. I spotted more shells in a different area of the lake, and then started to see live clams, usually positioned vertically, with just the muscle/foot peeking out of the sand. Once you know what to look for, of course, they are more abundant than you had guessed. 

If uncertain whether or not the clam is alive, I pick it up, and if it is, it very quickly closes up to protect itself. This feels like a real encounter, a chance to for me to understand what I am holding as more than a shell--as a fully living, sentient creature, with its own needs and preferences and its complete life that has nothing to do with me. I
always put living clams back. (Note: The lake has clouded up again over time, so these encounters are rarer again now)
 
Spending a fair amount of time in what I have come to think of as “the  clam beds,” I also became very attuned to the underwater life in that sandy area. I discovered the amazing phenomenon of fish nests, holes or depressions hollowed out in the sand for female fish about to lay eggs. I am not sure what type of fish does this in Lake Wingra, but it could be a bluegill, perch, bass, or possibly even that much-feared carp. The circular depressions are visible only early in the kayaking season, since the nests are made in the spring, for spawning. They call these kind of nest-makers the “pit-diggers. From what I’ve read, it’s often the male who actually makes the nest.  He chooses a good site (the ones I have seen are all free of weeds) and then swimming in circles, vigorously fans out the sandy bottom with his tail and ventral fins. The nest is a conical depression. An old New York Times report about the sunfish and bream that make nests of this sort indicated their nests are about 12-14” in diameter and 4” deep. The ones I see are about that wide, but a bit deeper.
When the nest is ready, a female deposits her eggs, which the male then fertilizes. In many species, the female takes off, leaving the male to guard the nest until the hatchlings emerge. The hatching period can last a month, and during that time bigger fish and other predators have to be fought off.

Layers and layers of discovery, deeper communion with the lake.

A similar kind of discovery came about in approximately 2011. That August, I came upon a patch of lotuses in a particularly shallow end of the lake--an area where upright flowers were pushing up among distinctly round, non-waxy looking leaves that typically held themselves above the water surface. These were definitely not water lilies. I had thoroughly explored every area of this lake, and lotus plants had never been there before. How did they get there? I was excited, for I knew about lotuses, both from their symbology in Buddhism and from their role in biomimicry as a design inspiration. By observing the way water sheets off the lotus leaf--the leaves are said to be self-cleaning because the water and dirt never sticks to the surface--people discovered ways to mimic the physical structure of the plant and devise other self-cleaning substances, such as paint, glass, and fabrics.
This form of lotus is an Asian variety that is considered invasive, and the lotus patch grew exponentially year by year (one lily pod produces a great many seeds), leading me to worry it would take over the entire lake. But after a few prolific seasons, the number of flowers diminished significantly, so that may be keeping it in check.  When they were abundant, I would note where the flowers were and return a few days later, happy to push through the patch--thick and not easy going--to collect pods. When fresh, they are a lovely green, but they turn deep brown when dry. They are lightweight--quite spongy inside--and they shrink as the moisture evaporates, allowing the  seeds to fall out. 
I've enjoyed just looking at lotus pods lined up (upside down, like little caps) on a windowsill, and I've used them in both two and three dimensional constructions.
They always bring me back to the lake, and they always make me smile.
I've written many poems while floating on Wingra, jotting them down on damp paper, dictating them into my phone.... always seeming to catalog the ever-changing awareness of shared life. Here are a few snippets:


Heron tracks in the beige sand,
ducks on a log, quietly preening,
brown on brown
with orange feet, lined up
gull flies in, stark white
with yellow feet and beak
blue sky in the water, rippling
sun gleaming, then covered by cloud
A large clam shell, unbroken,
waiting near the shore
Tiny silver fish jumping, for reasons unknown,
arcing above the water, glimpsed in a flash.
Strong paddling homeward
as evening comes on.


Heron standing guard
as ducks preen
Blackbirds cry at cranes.
Muskrats draw lines with their bodies,
swimming straight.


Abounding green: duckweed, cattails, lily pads.
Swallows and damsel flies
add flashes of blue.
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Today, I reveled by the shore, muddy sand squishing in my toes, fully feeling the summer. I do know this place in other seasons, though, and offer a few parting images as a reminder of its other moods.
8 Comments
Maureen
8/26/2020 05:47:03 am

An extraordinary tribute, Beverly. Beautiful and moving. I think the lake will miss you, too. Love, Maureen

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Sherri
8/26/2020 04:24:01 pm

Such beautiful photos. Love the lotus pods, their structure and appearance is so captivating. Thanks for sharing.

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Ann E. Aswegan
8/26/2020 07:45:24 pm

Thank you for sharing your fascinating tribute to the many splendors of Lake Wingra, Beverly. Your poetic descriptions of the life below, above and upon the water's surface is captivating. And your artistic photos enrich the experience of beholding her beauty. For forty years you have befriended this quiet lake in your figurative backyard. You have communed with her throughout the seasons and have always held a spirit of curiousity and reverance toward her. And now, as the time draws near to say farewell to your beloved friend, you have prepared a tribute that introduces a wider audience to your muse. This is how we live in harmony with nature.

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Bobbie Malone
8/26/2020 08:45:15 pm

Loved your reverie on Lake Wingra, and especially enjoyed the watery photos and the lotus references. I've always loved those amazing pads and pods. I already miss you! Hope the rest of your move goes smoothly.

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Sue Fullmer
8/27/2020 08:43:57 am

It sounds like you are migrating to Florida permanently? I loved your descriptions of your Northern lake and your personal adventures. You certainly become one with nature, and I love being with that One also. Wonderful expressions in your poetry also. Thank you for your exquisite, generous sharing!

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Mary Michal
8/28/2020 07:58:09 am

This precious gem, so sacred. I share so many of your memories, dear Beverly, and am immensely grateful for your ability to look deeply into the essence, and to allow your vision to ripple out, like the gentle waves of Lake Wingra.

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Marilee Wertlake
8/29/2020 02:00:17 pm

Beverly, I've been fortunate to have lived in the Arboretum near the shores of Lake Wingra for more than 30 years. I love living by the lake and observing its daily and seasonal changes throughout the year. Many of the images you shared are familiar to me, but you have managed to really enhance their beauty. Thank you for sharing a remarkable tribute to our little gem of a lake. Bowing in gratitude.

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Nadine
9/3/2020 11:57:01 am

Such a rich relationship with this part of Gaia you have built over so many years, Beverly. I have enjoyed walking parts of this area with you, too. It is poignant to think of you moving away from this part of the world...but I know your new place has great richness, too...and you will always carry these connections in your heart. Namaste. Nadine

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