When published she was 27, and bold and youthfully passionate for that. In her after word, written 35 years later, Annie described her book as a work of a young person. Humans are different, we raise a few young seeking for them to grow and we cooperate as well as compete. The enormously large birth-rates of some species, for a few to survive. Everything eating and hunting everything else. Secondly and less happily, the chapter introduced as Fecundity reminded me of the tooth and claw of nature. The delicacy and beauty of nature, magic to see such a thing. A mosquito hummed and lighted on the head of the snake. One story that particularly struck me was of her coming across a venomous black snake on a warm rock ledge in the sun, Annie checked for her snakebite kit and then sat to watch quietly. As Annie wandered the creek she watched and noticed. Two things struck me as I read: Firstly, Annie lived slowly enough and simply enough to see around her. First published in 1974 this book describes the thoughts of the author as she lives in the small rural forest at Tinker Creek.
Recently I have been reading a modern classic, an old style library paperback, titled “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” by Annie Dillard.
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