In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows…Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight…Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature, 1836
A truly open mind is fascinated with and open to exploration of many fields. Nevertheless, the best and easiest way to refine one’s “wonder mechanism,” I’ve discovered, is to grow as a naturalist. The endless variety and novelty of nature is compelling, not least because of its unparalleled complexity.
The granularity of one’s wonder mechanism is an important determinant of one’s baseline happiness. It’s also important in the formation of memories; a finer granularity of wonder results in a richer, more positive set of memories throughout a lifetime.
A coarse granularity of wonder is possessed by this man: “I went on the Circuit de la Grande Chartreuse hike today…The first stretch of forest was…just an ordinary forest, not much more interesting than woods back home. The only spectacular thing was a mountain with two or three peaks between which nestled a…green valley…”
That hard-to-please man was me, twelve years ago, journaling about a solo hike in the beautiful Chartreuse mountains of France. Not knowing anything about the natural history, geology, or archaeology of that region, I could only appreciate superficial, immediately accessible characteristics: grand vistas, mountains, valleys, forests. I remember some of the people I met, but I don’t remember which tree, bird, or insect species I saw, nor which types of rock I encountered, nor did I appreciate the significance of ruins I came across in a valley during that hike. That leaves me with only a shallow impression of that experience.
A finer granularity of wonder is possessed by this man: “A grass-like mantis was on the floor outside my home today. I chased it with my finger toward a wall so it wouldn’t be crushed by an unaware passerby. It didn’t let me touch it; at each near-touch or rare ephemeral touch, it ran forward, at one point flying smoothly up to the wall as if running along an invisible ramp.”
That was also me, journaling this week about an interesting insect species I’d never seen (or noticed) before 2017. I’ve seen it intermittently all summer long in a space about twenty feet by six feet.
Here’s another recent journal entry: “I also did see and photograph a wood stork soaring–it soared over the exact area (vast marsh with adjacent picnic park) where I saw the last male painted bunting of the day! They showed up at the same time, presenting an observational/photographic dilemma. I’ve never seen a wood stork before, as far as I know; this is a life bird.”
Twelve years ago, I had little interest in that marsh, precisely because I didn’t know much about it. Not only did I have little interest, I actively wanted to keep my distance because it’s surrounded by oil refineries:
However, it is here that I first saw a wood stork, a species not easily seen in the US outside of Florida and parts of Louisiana. I also saw a male painted bunting here recently–another life bird for me.
Each experience of wonder creates a pleasant memory. No grand vistas required. This humble, likely polluted marsh is now elevated in my mind to a new significance.
“A special power of observing and remembering particulars, a special memory for places, allied to a love, a lyrical feeling for nature, is characteristic of this naturalist’s sort of mind.” – Oliver Sacks, Oaxaca Journal, 2002
For those without a naturalist bent, the lowland tropical jungle–as seen in the photograph I took this summer in Yasuní National Park in the Ecuadorian Amazon, above–is a gloomy, menacing, tediously green place. One does not bask there in breathless views on par with those found in Yosemite, the Canadian Rockies, or similar places with awe-inspiring landscapes. The biodiversity, however, remains unmatched…for those prepared to appreciate it.
It may be obvious that preparation increases appreciation, but this is particularly true of nature travel in the neotropics, where the rare is commonplace, the commonplace is rare, and where each bit of background knowledge yields outsized rewards for the observer.
One of our guides–who has worked as a generalist guide as well as a specialist birding guide in the Amazon, the cloud forests, the Galápagos, and elsewhere in Ecuador–confirmed my suspicion that birders seem to get more out of their Amazon experience than do non-naturalist visitors. We ended up seeing or hearing 325 bird species total in the Chocó region of northwest Ecuador and Yasuní National Park. We also saw a tayra, two black caiman, agoutis, several giant river otters, five monkey species (including five common woolly monkeys, which are not common at all), several puma and tapir tracks, and two electric eels.
Each of these sightings, for me, is pegged to a wondrous memory, in addition to memories of all the people we interacted with during the trip–our hosts, our guides, our drivers, and everyone else–and to memories of a more standardized nature: landmarks, street scenes, cityscapes, historical buildings, food, etc.
“It is similar with Tom Morgan–he remembers, I think, every fern of significance he has ever seen, and not only remembers it, but exactly where it was located.” – Oliver Sacks, Oaxaca Journal, 2002
I still have a long way to go as a naturalist and as a learner in general. I look forward to learning much more botany, entomology, geology, anthropology, archaeology, and other fields.