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Huge White Oak Blowdown and Cleanup at Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge!

August 27, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Note: I am flagging this photo essay as one of a sub-series that introduces the emerging Singing River Trail (SRT):

A 200+ mile greenway system that strengthens regional bonds and creates new health and wellness, educational, economic, tourism, and entrepreneurial opportunities for the people and communities of North Alabama.

Nature’s Twin Blades: Fury and Glory

I measured more than nine inches of rain in the first 25 days of May 2025, much of it falling in drenching thunderstorms. I visited the nearby Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge’s bottomland forests on May 26, 2025, and encountered numerous blowdowns across and along the roads I frequently use. One particular fallen giant, within a few hundred yards of where the SRT will traverse the refuge, caught my attention. It lay across a road fifty feet beyond a gate bearing a sign directing all comers: Do Not Block Gate!

The massive twin-boled white oak barred the way. Who says Nature doesn’t appreciate irony!

Each trunk exceeded three feet in diameter. Its girth and crushing weight tore the ground asunder, resembling a disaster area.

The fallen mammoth evidenced Nature’s power. I wondered whether the storm generated warning sufficient to have discouraged me from a woodland venture that day. Even I, a confirmed storm nerd, would have been terrified (and perhaps worse) caught in such a tempest.

The giant’s crown occupied a one-fifth-acre of sky, for which adjacent trees will compete, extending branches and emerging leaves to mine the newly available sunlight. As the trees attempt to exploit the opening, vegetation below will immediately tap the rays reaching the forest floor. Perrenials will rejoice with leaf surface flourish. Seedlings previously languishing in the shade will burst skyward toward the 10,000 square feet of open sky and full sunlight above.

I recorded this 60-second video at the gate on May 26, 2025.

This 58-second video focuses on the massive soil disruption from the savaged trees and shows the crown void above.

July 2, 2025, Return to the Site!

Fellow Nature enthusiast Dr. Bernard Kerecki, accompanied me to wander nearby bottomland forests. We stopped at the Do Not Block gate. Dr. Kerecki stood by the twin boles of our toppled oak. The tree shows sound wood. No decay weakened this forest sentinel, predisposing it to structural failure.

I estimated the tree’s age at 80-100 years with only a cursory look at the cross-section.

Here is the 59-second video I recorded on July 2.

Feeling guilty (how about stupid!) for not taking time to count the rings on July 2, I returned with 17-year-old grandson Jack, on July 7.

We counted the annual rings 10-12 feet above what had been ground level. The cambium, the growing layer just within the bark, where all new wood is added, was 119 rings from the center. Assuming that the tree may have reached that height in ten years, I conclude that this sentinel sprouted from an acorn 1n 1896, some 30 years after the Civil War ended at Appomattox, and 55 years before my birth, and about the same date my grandparents entered the world. I mused, what will Jack see if he were to return to the Do Not Block Gate when he is my age?

Here’s the brief video I recorded on July 7.

I have declared for the eight years I have wandered these bottomland forests that they are 80-90 years old, originating during the Wheeler Dam planning and construction era when TVA acquired inundation-destined and buffer lands. I’ll stay with that generalized assumption, recognizing that 90 years ago the refuge was a mosaic of abandoned agriculture, established forest, and sundry wetlands. Our subject tree is considerably larger with a demonstrably coarser, spreading crown. It stands at the edge of a tilled field. It may have stood at a boundary even in 1935.

The annual growth rings on a ring-porous oak tree are distinct. Jack and I marked ten-year increments with a Sharpie (below right). The 50th ring marks 1956. The gates on Wheeler Dam closed two ten-year increments earlier.

I observe often that nothing in Nature is static. A windthrown dominant individual does not renew the one-fifth-acre forest directly affected. Adjoining trees and new recruits will respond, but the bottomland forest surrounding it will remain materially intact. I routinely see such fallen, diseased, and standing dead giants. What I do not see is evidence of a new emerging forest type. This extensive forest on the WNWR is changing tree-by-tree-by-tree, but I am unable to predict its character 100 years hence. I will continue to monitor, observe, and reflect.

I am grateful for the chance to chronicle subtle change and document occasional significant events.

Closing

I reflect often on the twin blades of Nature…her fury and her glory. Alfred Noyes penned The Highwayman 120 years ago. Wind toppled ancient trees in the refuge’s rich bottomland forests brought to mind Noyes’ opening line:

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

My wanderings often reveal the twin blades of Nature…her fury and her glory. (Steve Jones)
Understanding Nature demands looking back and gazing ahead; what will become of these extensive bottomland forests? (Steve Jones)
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Alphonse Karr)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

The Nature of the Singing River Trail

The Singing River Trail will be a 200+ mile greenway system that strengthens regional bonds and creates new health and wellness, educational, economic, tourism, and entrepreneurial opportunities for the people and communities of North Alabama.

The trail will prominently feature the 35,000 acre Wheeler National Wildlife. A planned route segment will include Rockhouse Bottom Road, which is within a quarter-mile of the Do Not Block Gate! My hope is that SRT venturers can search these Great Blue Heron Posts to better understand the Nature of our region.

As a lifelong devotee of hiking/sauntering, running, biking, and Nature exploration, I envision another Great Blue Heron weekly photo essay series focused on The Nature of the Singing River Trail. I will incorporate individual essays into my routine Posts that total approximately 450 to-date (archived and accessible at: https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/). I offer Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge related photo essays as an orientation to the new component series.

Note: All blog post images created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: “©2025 Steve Jones, Great Blue Heron LLC. All Rights Reserved.”

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Native American Influence on Today’s North Alabama Forests

August 20, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Preparing for my July 15, 2025, presentation to the Madison Historical Association on the pre-European settlement forests of our Huntsville, Alabama region, I visited two regional Native American historical sites on June 10, 2025: Florence Indian Mound and Museum; Oakville Indian Mounds and Education Center. My working title for July 15 — Thirteen Millennia of Speculation on the Forests of North Alabama (Later revised to fit on the Library’s announcement: North Alabama’s Forests in 1775!). I wanted to supplement my literature research with what I could learn from the Florence and Oakville museums and collections, and perhaps soak up some knowledge and wisdom from physical contact with the mounds and sensing the spirit echoes of ancient occupants.

Florence Indian Mound and Museum

We (wife Judy and our Alabama grandsons Jack (17) and Sam (11)) thought we had made a wrong turn as we drove through a concentrated light industrial area just north of the Tennessee River (Lake Wilson). I anticipated that the mound and museum would be in a less developed setting. Not so, as the parking lot, museum, and adjacent wooded mound suddenly appeared among the buildings, empty lots, and railroad sidings.

Judy and Jack descend 70 stairs (43′) from the mound summit to the handsome museum, framed to eliminate its incongruous surroundings.

Displays chronicle thousands of years when Natives occupied, ultimately domesticated (to varying levels), and civilized north-Alabama and all of America. This placard reads, “In Early Woodland time, 2,800-2000 years ago, small family groups in this area lived in semi-permanent base camps along the Tennessee River. The Valley provided most of their hunting and fishing needs, so there was little call for distant travel…”

The text continues, “A significant development during Early Woodland time was the widespread adoption of ceremonial and mortuary practices.” The 43-foot high Florence Ceremonial Mound is one such example. Oh, the mysteries that lie buried by time — literally and figuratively! If only we could shake away the obscuring blanket of the past 200 years of European agricultural and industrial disturbance. How large, elaborate, and extensive was the village/community surrounding this magnificent mound?

The literature I’ve perused summarizes:

Nearly all eastern Natives lived in villages
Surrounded by fields
Growing a rich variety of crops
Sturdy, defensible, and weatherproof wooden structures
Forestland beyond

I am grateful that the City of Florence salvaged a fragment, albeit merely a provocative glimpse, of the past that shaped and defined the Valley culture for many centuries.

I felt an abslute sadness for what modern-day human development has erased. Power lines, railroad spurs, warehouses, and other advancements dampen the educational contributions of the well-executed museum.

I often observe that I am an enthusiast of special places and everyday Nature, elements woefully lacking at Florence Mound and Museum. Regardless, I compliment those who reserved the mound and created the museum and collections to preserve the memory of the grandeur of Native culture and civilization. I can almost imagine the ancient landscape as the mound emerged from the Early Woodland landscape along the mighty river.

The plaque reads, “During Late Woodland time, 1,500-1,000 years ago, expanding population led to more competition for resources and increased fighting between camps. Settlements were more self-sufficient with increased dependence on cultivated crops, like corn, squash, and beans.”

We departed Florence for the Oakville Mounds and Education Center, hoping to see something less disturbed by a vibrant modern-day city along a commercial impounded river.

Oakville Indian Mounds and Education Center

“Rising 27 feet high, this is the largest woodland mound in Alabama, with a base covering 1.8 acres and a flat top of over an acre. Built by Copena Indians, the mound is 2,000 years old… and was used for ceremonial, religious, social, and cultural purposes.”

So nice to stand atop the primary mound and see less-altered place, meadows, and tree edges. However, center docents reminded us that two centuries of intensive agriculture have obliterated less significant mounds, ramps, dikes, ditches, and other village/community remnants. The view from the 27-foot mound surpasses the light industrial blemish dominating the viewscape at Florence Mound. Yet I yearned to see what existed a millennium prior.

I recorded this 59-second video from atop the ceremonial mound.

I accepted the peek into a shaded grove below the mound’s northwest edge.

The site also preserves an associated remaing burial mound.

How many were interred here? Over what period of time? Who was the first? The last? Who knows their story?

Who could ask for a more fittingly tranquil final resting place, softly mounded under a forest canopy?

Laborers constructed the ceremonial and burial mounds from sand, silt, and clay excavated one basket at a time from what is now Oakville Lake. Located on the Oakville Mounds and Education Center property, the lake is open to fishing and pedestrian trails circuit it. Across how many generations did the lake mirror life at the village?

I recorded this 59-second video of the pond.

The museum collections are expansive and warrant time spent in appreciation and study.

I found an online illustration: “Native American Culture of the Southeast,” which shaped my image of what the Oakville and Florence communities may have resembled 500-2,000 years ago.

The image depicts all but the surrounding forests that I will discuss in my July 15 presentation.

I repeat for emphasis the five defining characteristics of our Native American predecessors:

Nearly all eastern Natives lived in villages
Surrounded by fields
Growing a rich variety of crops
Sturdy, defensible, and weatherproof wooden structures
Forestland beyond

North Alabama Forests and Landscapes Today

The Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge occupies 35,000 acres adjacent to Wheeler Lake, just one impoundment on the Tennessee River upstream from Florence’s Lake Wilson. The refuge is a varied landscape of open fields (planted for winter waterfowl food), forests, marshes, swamps, streams, and open water.

How different did these lands appear 500 to 2,000 years ago?

Prior to Wilson Dam construction the dynamic Tennessee River influenced what is now the refuge. Seasonal flooding, periodic course shifting, inflow stream (e.g., Flint River, Paint Rock River, Limestone Creek, Elk River, and others) fluxes, nomadic beaver ponding, and debris damming and release, among other natural forces changed the complexion of those perennially fertile lands. Native agriculture, communities and land uses likewise shifted with the natural changes. Native land use and the corresponding impact to the land varied across the centuries and millennia.

I’ve written often about the epic changes in the land since Wheeler Dam closed its gates 90 years ago. The lake innundates fields, forests, and communities — both modern day and Native. Acres of adjoining uplands acquired as buffer included tilled and grazed agriculture since regenerated naturally to forest. Nothing in Nature is static, whether influenced by 13,000 years of Native occupation or more than two centuries of European domestication.

Huntsville’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary lies along the Flint River, a tributary that empties into Wheeler a handful of miles upstream from the refuge. I met in May with local archaeologist Ben Hoksbergen, who conducted an archeology survey on the 400-acre sanctuary. He identified four Native sites. He will visit one or more of the sites with me in the fall. I mention the refuge and the sanctuary only to emphasize that Natives occupied our region for at least 13,000 years. Their impact is not insignificant, nor is ours.

They used the land for all manner of life, living, sustenance, habitat, shelter, community, religious pratice, commerce, trade, and even warring. A casual look doesn’t signal their prior occupation, but I can assure you that the field below holds artifacts (points, shards, chips, pottery fragments, and other evidence of Native life) in its surface soil, in addition to Ben’s four discreet sites.

Our pre-European forests were certainly wild. Can we describe them as wilderness? Not by the 1964 US Wilderness Act: A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is hereby recognized as an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain. Our north Alabama forests, instead, were trammeled by man for at least 13,000 years! Native Americans began their North American occupation as nomadic hunter/gatherer units, eventually progressing to semi-permanent agricultural communities. They lived on and from the land:

fished the waters
gathered shellfish
foraged herbs, nuts, fruits
hunted game
harvested forest products
cleared forests
tilled the land
grew crops (beans, maize, squash…)
burned fields and forests
maintained forest and stream routes for travel and commerce

What affect did hunting wooly mammoths, mastodons, and saber-tooth tigers to extinction have on forest and range ecosystems? The same question stands for extirpating eastern elk and bison. Natives used fire extensively to maintain forage crops and game habitat. To enhance visibility around villages to protect from marauders and invaders. Humans impact our environment, measurably and continuously. Native impact was extensive across the ages, yet those 13 millennia in aggregate changed the land. Our impact over the past 200 years is intensive. Aldo Leopold, who is judged by some (me among them) as America’s greatest conservation practioner and philosopher, lamented conservation of wildness thusly:

All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.

A Sand County Almanac (Aldo Leopold 1949)

We humans have seen, fondled, and extracted much from our precious Tennessee River Valley for the 13 millennia we have resided here. We can and must practice informed and responsible Earth stewardship. The Wheeler Refuge and the Goldsmith-Schiffman Sanctuary are evidence that we recognize our imperative to do just that. The Natives had a lighter touch; their numbers required less. The Land is forgiving; Nature is resilient.

Conclusion

I said at the outset of this photo essay:

I hoped to supplement my literature research with what I could learn from the Florence and Oakville museums and collections, and perhaps I could soak some knowledge and wisdom from physical contact with the mounds and sensing the spirit echoes of ancient occupants.

Did I accomplish my objective? I think so. Can I now describe definitively the Native-shaped landscape that greeted the first European settlers reaching our Tennessee Valley? No, but I can state with greater confidence that the Valley bears the influence of millennia of Native life and living, and that change and human influence remain a constant. But for the accelerating rate of human trammeling, flora (trees, shrubs, and herbs) and their successional constants continue to operate. The mosaic, again except for scale and pace, remains unaltered. If we could assess blind to the explosive expansion of human infrastructure, we could slip back 100, 500, 1,000 years and beyond without needing to learn a new ecology (the branch of biology that deals with the relationships of organisms to one another and to their physical surroundings).

An old axiom applies to my dive into the complex and ongoing interplay of humans, Nature, and landscape here in our Tennessee Valley:

The more things change the more they stay the same.

The first recorded use of this expression is by French critic, journalist, and novelist Alphonse Karr in 1849 in Les Guêpes, a monthly journal he founded.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

Nature is a mosaic of place, time, and use; every landscape reflects the past and portends the future. (Steve Jones)
Understanding Nature demands looking back and gazing ahead. (Steve Jones)
All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish. (Aldo Leopold)
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Alphonse Karr)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Part Two — Huntsville’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary: Tenth Anniversary of Southern Sanctuary!

August 13, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Part Two

I initially developed this Tenth-Anniversary photo essay as a single post. However, its length exceeded even my generous tolerance for content and length. Here is the link to Part One: https://stevejonesgbh.com/2025/07/18/part-one-huntsvilles-goldsmith-schiffman-wildlife-sanctuary-tenth-anniversary-of-southern-sanctuary/

I repeat the opening paragraph of Part One:

I visited Huntsville, Alabama’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary on May 17, 2025, with Marian Moore Lewis, author of Southern Sanctuary: A Naturalist’s Walk through the Seasons ((2015), Bill Heslip, Director of A Tale of Two Extraordinary Women (2022; a 14-minute video telling the tale of the Sanctuary), Chris Stuhlinger, a fellow retired forester, and me (I produced the video). We wanted to keep our friendship and love for the Sanctuary vibrant, and once more discover the delights we would find hidden in plain sight. Objective accomplished; we pledged to do it again in October!

Part One carried our venture from Hidden Spring through the marsh and down Hidden Spring Brook to the third beaver dam discharging the creek into Jobala Pond.

Jobala Pond

I’ve devoted significant narrative in some prior GSWS photo essays to the history of Jobala Pond. I won’t repeat here except to say that highway engineers created the pond by mining sand, clay, and gravel for road construction in the 1950s. All the vegetation and the complex associated ecosystem resulted from naturalization. John Muir missed nothing in Nature. Jobala Pond’s recovery from the mining ravages would not have surprisedthe inveterate Mr. Muir:

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

I never tire of the beauty, magic, wonder, awe, and inspiration that this old borrow pit presents and evokes (left). Marian caught images of two cooters from across Jobala (right).

I am hopelessly addicted to tree form oddities and curiosities. As others enjoyed the pond, I drifted to the swampy slough across the gravel path. The old snag was watching us and, with what I thought was a wink of one of the two eyes (at right), beckoned me to take a closer look. I credit woodpeckers, fungi, insects, and other critters with the sculpting. Note that the snag still supports a clinging vine, the tree’s lifelong companion. A new actor will lead the next act in this Nature drama — gravity will once again prevail. The fallen log will decompose into the rich soil. Nothing in Nature is static!

Nearby, its feet anchored in the same slough, a tree (I failed to identify the species on-site) stands on stilted legs…a living natural bridge. One might question the cause of such an odd form. Imagine decades ago a decaying tree stump offering a favorable site for a fallen seed to germinate. The seedling nourished on moisture and nutrients available in the decomposing stump, even as it extended roots downward along the stump into the rich mineral soil where the prior tree grew. In time the stump decomposed in full, leaving the stilted-root tree embracing thin air…the ghost of a stump.

Leonardo da Vinci, a ghost-spirit of a different sort, inspires me to question, puzzle, and offer explanation for the Nature mysteries I encounter:

There is no result in nature without a cause; understand the cause and you will have no need of the experiment.

I’ve watched this burled water oak near the outlet of Jobala Pond for several years. Since June 6, 2020 (image at right), the burl has more than doubled its girth.

Whether I’m writing about a North Alabama Land Trust Preserve, one of our 22 Alabama State Parks, the Sanctuary, or some other special place, I urge the managing entity to establish permanent photo points to chronicle the change that is ongoing, inevitable, and significant. The paired photos above tell the story far better than the “inimitable Dr. Jones” standing at the tree claiming, “This burl is twice as big as it was five years ago.” Only one AL State Park has created photo points: Monte Sano with funds I helped raise. Education is a fundamental mission element for the Park system, the Land Trust, and the City of Huntsville. Are these entities falling short of meeting their education imperative? You be the judge.

Here is the 59-second video of Marian offering her thoughts on our tenth anniversary explorations at Jobala Pond.

I recorded this 59-second video just below Jobala.

Enjoy the tranquil beauty of the iron bridge and Hidden Spring Brook flowing beyond it, seeking its confluence with the Flint River.

I recorded this 58-second video below Jobala at the iron bridge crossing Hidden Spring Brook.

Chris Stuhlinger, Bill Heslip, Marian Moore Lewis, and Becky Heslip posed at the wetland mitigation area.

I recorded this 59-second video of the wetland mitigation. Note, I refer to Bill in the video narrative as the Sanctuary video’s Producer; instead, he directed the production. He kindly declared me the Producer.

Closing

In closing, the Sanctuary is a speciel place. My third book, Weaned Seal and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature, captures the ecological, spiritual, and emotional nature of such special places. I offer this text from my Introduction to the book:

Awakening to Nature does not require a trip to the Grand Canyon or a trek across the Gobi. Nature is in our backyard, a nearby city park, or a state park just down the road. Anyone can develop a relationship with Nature wherever you are, a point I reiterate in each essay and a message I exhort in each and every nature-inspired life and living address I deliver. My relationship with Nature is spiritual. I view my engagement as a calling, and a noble cause to sow seeds so that others might do their own part to change some small corner of this Earth for the better through wisdom, knowledge, and hard work.

Sharing a special place with special friends multiplies the reward:

There’s a land–oh, it beckons and beckons,

And we want to go back–and we will!

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

Nature reaches far into my heart, soul, body, mind, and spirit. (Steve Jones)
Awakening to Nature does not require a trip to the Grand Canyon or a trek across the Gobi. (Steve Jones)
Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way. (John Muir)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

A Return to the Alum Hollow Trail at North Alabama Land Trust’s Green Mountain Nature Preserve

July 30, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

34 photos and 6 videos

My two Alabama grandsons (Jack Disher, 17, and Sam Disher, 11) accompanied me on June 24, 2025, to the North Alabama Land Trust’s Green Mountain Nature Preserve. We explored the Alum Hollow Trail, where I was scheduled to lead a Land Trust Nature Hike on June 28, 2025. I wanted to scout the trail for features worthy of focus for the planned Land Trust nature venture. Most importantly, I treasure time in Nature with Jack and Sam. I want my passion for the natural world to live in them far beyond my fleeting time on this pale blue orb. Come along with me (and Jack and Sam) through observations, reflections, photos, and brief videos.

Four days later I led the Land Trust Hike with ten eager Nature enthusiasts.

The trail is relatively flat along the 1,400 to 1,500 foot plateau top of Green Mountain. Mixed second-growth upland hardwood is the dominant forest cover, yet shortleaf (below) and Virginia pines occupy the WSW-facing ridge rim where the trail took us. I’ll say more about the preserve’s pine, represented here with a trail marker sign.

Every time I saunter along a forest trail I find magic, wonder, beauty, awe, and inspiration hidden in plain sight. The Alum Hollow Trail was no exception.

Notable Non-Tree Species

Vaccinium aboreum is a species new to me since retiring to Madison, Alabama in 2018. It’s the largest member of the blueberry genus. My fascination may or may not derive from its mirthful common names: farkleberry, sparkleberry, and winter huckleberry. An NC State University online Cooperative Extension publication describes this large vaccinium:

Sparkleberry is a small, deciduous to evergreen shrub or tree that may grow 10 to 20 feet tall. It can be found in rocky woodlands, sandy woodlands, and on cliffs. The leaves are alternate with a smooth or finely toothed margin. The bark is shredded and patchy with reds, browns, and grays present. In early summer, small, white, bell-shaped flowers mature. In the fall, this plant has excellent color. The tall shrub produces a black fruit that matures in the fall and is a good food source for wildlife.

It’s a tough lower-story shrub, seeming to prefer harsh dry sites. I admire it for thriving where more demanding species fear to tread.

We found cedarglade St. John’s wort in flower. Also from an online NC State sourse:

St. John’s Wort is native to SE USA and in NC it is found in the western mountain areas. It is a small, dense shrub that grows 2-4 feet tall and wide with a rounded dense form. It inhabits glades and dry limestone ledges. The foliage may appear slightly bluish-green and is evergreen in its southern range. The showy yellow flowers are bright yellow with numerous stamens on new wood and appear in June-July.

Its foliage and yellow flower drew me in for a closer look.

Greater tickseed is a member of the aster family and is found across Alabama from the Gulf coast to the Tennessee line. I love its whorled leaves.

We feature hydrangea (oakleaf; endless summer; little lime) in our home landscaping. Near the falls the boys and I found wild hydrangea in full flower. Grandson Sam snapped these images.

Although I missed seeing naked-flowered tic-trefoil with the boys, the Land Trust group oohed over its delicate pink blossoms. Note its tri-leaf (i.e. trefoil) foliage. The species is a Legume, a member of the pea family.

I had never asked Jack or Sam to record a brief interpretive video. They have heard me record many, when their role was to be quiet for a moment. I decided to give Sam a try. Without hesitation he recorded this 39-second sassafras identification lesson. He performed as though he’d done it a dozen times! Jack and I walked far enough away not to distract him. He needed only one take. I am grandfather-proud of the result — he may be catching the Nature bug!

We’ll hone his and Jack’s video artistry time and time again!

Selected Curiosities

My third book, Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits (co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), highlighted our passion for place and everyday Nature. The term everyday Nature is adequate but falls far short of sufficient. My eyes wander, seeking the unusual, the bizarre, oddities, and curiosities. I say that, yet I must confess that unusual, bizarre, odd, and curious are within the realm of everyday Nature. Nothing in Nature is strange; some things may be unexpected…but strange in Nature is commonplace!

A vividly green vine spiraling a pole-sized hickory tree may strike the uninformed as strange, but its not at all uncommon for a supplejack vine to have hitched a ride to the full sunlight of an upper story hickory.

A large chestnut oak pointed ahead to the left as we progressed. Jack stood atop the tree’s crook. Some would opine confidently that Native Americans modified the then much smaller stem long ago to create an Indian Marker Tree. Sorry to disappoint, but some natural force (branch or fallen tree) clobbered the young erect tree, bending and breaking it about five feet above ground. The bend remains, supporting a new vertical stem that reaches into the main canopy. Nature’s primary life-imperative is to secure a pathway to immortality, whether me through Jack and Sam, or a crushed chestnut oak by way of an adventious bud sprouting a new shoot that reaches skward. The bridge to immortality extends through generations.

John Muir, too, spoke of immortality.

After a whole day in the woods, we are already immortal.

Nothing in Nature is static. A few weeks prior, this chestnut oak’s crown spread over one-fifth of an acre. One of its progeny may already be feeling the sunshine streaming in from the vacated canopy above. Adjacent trees will extend branches laterally to fill the void. The forest will persist even as individual trees succumb.

But in every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks. (John Muir)

I recorded this 59-second video of the fallen chestnut oak and a larger one standing regally nearby.

To many trail trekkers, a windthrown oak is merely an obstacle. To the trail maintenance crew…a task. To me, a prompt for mental wandering and contemplation. I wondered whether Native Americans traversed Green Mountain across their 13-15 millennia of occupation. How many times over those 140 centuries did a windblown chestnut oak bar their transit?

Southern Pine Beetle Outbreak

Summer 2024 was a banner year for southern pine beetle infestations across central and northern Alabama, killing thousands of acres of pine forests. Although upland hardwoods dominate the preserve, the Alum Hollow Trail passes through several hundred linear feet of mostly Virginia pine and, to a lesser extent, shortleaf pine. Beetle-killed pine trees posed a threat to trail users.

Land Trust crews felled dead trees. Jumbles of dead pine debris line the trail. Importantly, the forest persists. Species composition has changed. The piles of pinewood will decompose. Adjacent trees will reach into the crown opening; new stems will grow from the forest floor.

Sam found intrigue in a dead pine carcass recently fallen below the trail.

Curiosities and oddities are commonplace. Strange encounters are the norm to those sauntering and paying attention.

Fungi along the Alum Hollow Trail

Beetles belong to the animal kingdom; oak trees represent the plant kingdom; fungi are members of their own kingdom. Mushrooms are the spore producing reprodctive organs of fungi, which variously decay living organic matter, consume dead biomass, or grow symbiotically with living plants. I won’t go beyond that generalization. Go to the Blog page of my website (https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/) and search for mushrooms, which will direct you to multiple photo essays focusing on my mushroom encounters. I give you below a few photos of fungi we found along the Alum Hollow Trail.

Coker’s amanita (Sam’s photos) is a common pure white gilled mushroom.

iNaturalist does a good job identifying mushrooms when given top, side, and underside photo views.

Red chanterelle (Sam’s photos) attracted us with their vivid laterns along the trail. A coarsely gilled edible mushroom genus, chanterelles are mycorrhiza fungi with mycelia growing within tree roots, benefitting both the tree and the fungus.

Flaming gold bolete, a member of a polypore (hollow tubes rather than gills) group common in northern Alabama.

Some bolete species are mycorrhizal; other species are parasitic. Some are delectibly edible, while others are not table-worthy; distinguishing among species can be difficult. The boletes are not among the mushrooms I forage!

Alum Shelter and Waterfall

On both days, we turned at the waterfall and shelter.

I asked Jack to record a brief video at the falls. Like Sam, he performed well, recording this 25-second video.

I’ve seen the falls with greater flow, and I’ve visited with far less.

Uncertain of my ability to clamber down to the falls after my two 2024 total knee replacements, I recorded this 59-second video from the trail above the falls.

The Alum Cave is a misnomer. It’s a ledge overhang.

Protected from sunlight and rain, the shelter provides a pleasant spot for resting and reflecting.

I recorded this 60-second video at the shelter.

A child of the central Appalachians, I feel at home in the preserve’s rugged terrain. Pausing at the shelter prompted me to step back six decades. Nature has a way of transporting me, physically, mentally, and spiritually!

A Final Critter

Although the final image in my photo essays, this eastern fence lizard greeted the Land Trust entourage early on our venture. I offer it in closing only because I did not concieve it as a good place to start.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

He who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead, a snuffled-out candle. (Albert Einstein)
The cycle of life is without end…as long as our sun shines, rain falls, and Earth remains otherwise inhabitable. (Steve Jones)
Nothing in Nature is static, whether a mountain range or a northern Alabama upland forest. (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives…sow some seeds for the future

Rainbow Mountain Loop–Refuting the 55-Year Claim of a Static Forest!

June 25, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

I intended this to be one of my brief-form posts, but I recorded too many short videos to meet my less-than-five-minutes-to-read criterion!

A colleague interested in our northern Alabama human and natural history recently observed that the forests on Madison, Alabama’s Rainbow Mountain Nature Preserve have not changed over the 55 years he has visited this North Alabama Land Trust property. I walked the Rainbolt Trail and circuited the Rainbow Mountain Loop Trail on April 29, 2025, snapping photos, recording brief videos, and assembling observations and reflections that tell the story of constant change within the forests of this residential-surrounded Nature Preserve. I invite him (and you) to accompany me on this photo essay trek. He and I later will find a time to saunter the trails.

A volunteer crew from Madison Greenways and Trails (I am an MG&T Board member) built the Rainbolt Trail. The group helps maintain all trails and polices the preserve for trash, graffiti, and other nuisances. Like so much of what the Land Trust does, volunteers do the heavy lifting at Rainbow Mountain.

Mark Tercek, former CEO of The Nature Conservancy, characterizes Nature as infrastructure essential for ecosystem services (fresh air, purified water, wildlife habitat, recreation, aesthetics, etc.). I believe that Rainbow Mountain Nature Preserve is a necessary infrastructure complement to the City of Madison, Alabama. I express appreciation to the Land Trust of North Alabama and MG&T!

Nothing in Nature is Static

I parked at the Kensington Road trailhead of the Rainbolt Trail, which rises approximately 220 feet over its half-mile length on a WSW aspect (facing WSW). In our region of intense summer heat, slopes (particular convex-shaped) facing west to south (the souwest quadrant) are the least productive, i.e. of poorer site quality. Trees are shorter and living biomass per acre less. The forest along the Rainbolt Trail meets the poor site quality expectations. One does not see towering trees or dense stocking, nor do they sense a vibrant robust stand. Dead and downed woody debris carpets the forest floor. The two downed trees below are in a state of decomposition suggesting they’ve been on the ground no longer than 8-12 years. They occupied the living forest in 1970 (55 years ago), albeit as smaller and younger individuals. The forest is changing; nothing in Nature is static.

Still on the lower slope, I recorded this 58-second video — note that my narrative states the date as April 30 — take my word, the date on all videos in this post was April 29!

Life on these harsh low quality sites is of finite duration. The upturned stump below left likely toppled within the past dozen or so years. The standing dead oak below right died within the past three years. The decomposing bark clings to at least a third of the circumference, evidencing the tree’s near-term demise. I did not need to wander from the trail to find ample evidence of the ever-changing stand.

These trees fell within the past year. The action is continuous…maintaining an environmental and biological biomass constant. The living forest adds biomass through individual tree height and diameter growth and ingrowth of new recruits, which over the decades maintains equilibrium with living biomass loss through death, decay, and toppling.

Fungi are living biomass dedicated to decay and decomposition, the chief architects of recycling carbon resources and reserves. Fifty-five years ago, fungi and other decomposers were hard at work on dead and down woody biomass that was present. A living forest then and a living forest today, static and unchanged to a layman walking the trails, but unendingly shifting and modifying to students of the art and technology of forestry, ecology, and environmental science. These luminescent panellus, a gilled polypore fungus, may be direct descendents of fungi decomposing oak when my friend walked the site 55 years ago!

I ascended through midslope, still on the WSW facing slope, recording this 59-second video, revealing that every tree has a story to tell.

Another cedar tells me that disturbance has visited this domain routinely. Cedar demands full sunlight to regenerate. Firewood harvesting and periodic fire resulted from the past 200 years of European settlement. Native Americans nomadically occupying and farming the nearby bottomlands may have periodically burned the Rainbow Mountain highland to encourage berry production and enhance small game habitat.

I recorded this 57-second tale of continuing disturbance on the upper slope.

This large cedar near the juncture with the topside Rainbow Mountain Loop Trail yielded to the ravages of a summer 2024 tempest. A wrenching gust shattered the trunk about 25 feet from the base. The top leans hopelessly (gravity will eventually prevail) against a sturdy tree downwind. The cedar’s rich green foliage has faded to brown. The forest carbon cycle knows no end. The cedar tree was in vigorous midlife when my friend wandered the mountain in 1970.

A nearby eastern red cedar escaped the wild wind. I recorded this 57-second video at the juncture of Rainbolt and Loop Trails.

Beyond the low quality Rainbolt slope forest, I encountered more diverse plant life along the Rainbow Loop Trail. You’ll note in my narrative for this 53-second video that I hesitated after mentioning poison ivy; I could not recall the name of an adjacent plant that resembles poison ivy. I knew that the neighbor is fragrant sumac, but the name was lost in a senior moment fog!

A Couple of Special Spring Ephemeral Treats

Woodland pinkroot is a spectacular spring ephemeral. Its red and yellow blooms are special visual treats.

Purple phacelia is also among my spring favorites.

The lower eastside forest is a far different world and ecosystem from what I encountered on the poor site quality Rainbolt Trail. The woodland spring where I recorded this 58-second video rewards those making the circuit.

Along my personal and professional life journey, I somewhere picked up the term landscape amnesia (I believe from my reading years ago of Jared Diamond’s Collapse. It’s a condition that overtakes those who live long term in an area of great familiarity. Seeing the same location day after day, week after week, year after year can blind us to gradual, persistent change. An online source (Yeah, you caught me — its from Wikipedia!) described the condition:

Creeping normality (also called gradualism, or landscape amnesia) is a process by which a major change can be accepted as normal and acceptable if it happens gradually through small, often unnoticeable, increments of change. The change could otherwise be regarded as remarkable and objectionable if it took hold suddenly or in a short time span.

American scientist Jared Diamond used creeping normality in his 2005 book Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed. Prior to releasing his book, Diamond explored this theory while attempting to explain why, in the course of long-term environmental degradation, Easter Island natives would, seemingly irrationally, chop down the last tree:

“I suspect, though, that the disaster happened not with a bang but with a whimper. After all, there are those hundreds of abandoned statues to consider. The forest the islanders depended on for rollers and rope didn’t simply disappear one day—it vanished slowly, over decades.”

I forgive my friend for suffering a common afflection: creeping normality or landscape amnesia!

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

He who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead, a snuffled-out candle. (Albert Einstein)
The cycle of life is without end…as long as our sun shines, rain falls, and Earth remains otherwise inhabitable. (Steve Jones)
Nothing in Nature is static, whether a mountain range or a northern Alabama upland forest. (Steve Jones)
The Rainbow Mountain Nature Preserve is a necessary infrastructure complementing the City of Madison, Alabama. (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives…sow some seeds for the future

Mooresville, Alabama Cemetary: A Macabre Side of An Old Forested Cemetary! [Volume Three]

June 3, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Note: I am flagging this photo essay as one of a sub-series that introduces the emerging Singing River Trail:

On March 8, 2025, at the request of local history buff Gilbert White, I visited the Mooresville, Alabama Cemetery as a group of a dozen friends of the 200-year-old graveyard (Madison History Association) cleared brush and storm debris. I snapped photographs and recorded brief videos to develop a photo essay with observations and reflections. I envisioned a tale of the multi-tiered web of life and death (Nature and Human) interweaving across this hallowed land, a permanent resting place for more than 100 deceased former residents. Volume Two looked deeply into the elements of interaction and overlap. Volume Three explores the spookier (and lighter) side of Mooresville Cemetery.

The story of Mooresville Cemetery encompasses several components:

The overlapping natural environment and human community over time and generations (https://stevejonesgbh.com/2025/04/08/mooresville-alabama-cemetary-a-new-dimension-to-life-and-death-in-the-forest-volume-one/).
A deeper view into the elements of interaction and overlap (https://stevejonesgbh.com/2025/05/14/mooresville-alabama-cemetary-a-new-dimension-to-life-and-death-in-the-forest-volume-two/).
The macabre (and lighter) dimension of an old forested cemetery (This photo essay).
Another story along the fledgling 200+ mile Singing River Trail.

Loved ones placed memories and engraved headstone words of love and honor for the deceased humans interred here. I wonder who momorializes (or cares about) the fallen trees; who sings their song? I suppose to only us humans does it fall to remember our dead.

Trees bear wounds, scars, and internal ailments in ways often evident, like this old lightning strike that reveals full-scale decay reaching deep into the hollow. Some hollow trunks are hidden from external examination. Likewise for people, some illnesses and maladies are hidden; like my three blocked arteries until a catheterization led to my July 2023 triple bypass surgery. This large hickory tree provided a literal portal into the heart of the matter.

A nearby massive oak likewise had a hollow trunk, this one invisible at the tree’s base, but evident when its top splintered.

The lower trunk appreared sound, belying the rot that predisposed this cemetery giant to its crown shattering.

I recorded this 56-second video of the massive oak above and the burled oak below.

The oak below, fittingly appropriate for a tree standing guard over a cemetery, thrusts a spear, perhaps to ward against evil…to protect the spirits within their final resting places…and is heavily armored by its massive burls. Wounds, blemishes, scars, and telltale signs of magic and power. I wondered whether Washington Irving could have devised landscape-accents better suited to a 200 year old gravesite? A lightning-scarred hollow tree; a topless oak giant; a burled oak?

Our human lives twist and twine across time and we bear the burden and enjoy the pleasures of life alternatively surging, dragging, inspiring, suffering, and saddening. The cemetery inhabitants lived thusly…celebrating, mourning, cheering, enduring, living, and remembering. This supplejack vine reveals its past ventures, embraces, struggles, and survival in its tortured form. I am certain that individual humans laid to rest here bore the emotional, physical, and spiritual twists, scars, and influences that shaped their lives.

Trees exhibit external signs of internal stress and factors otherwise unseen. Black knot fungus infected this black cherry tree, expressing an unpleasant visage — an ugly gnarled burl.

We humans can hide some feelings; others rush to reveal themselves. This black locust tree failed the poker face test. Were I facing this cemetery woodland denizen on a Halloween mid-night, with wind rustling the dried leaves, and a full moon weakly brightening the forest through racing clouds, I might have assumed the fetal position.

Its countenance shouts, Out of my way!

We humans have an ugly side unrelated to appearance. Ours is expressed through intolerable actions, insufferable offenses committed with absolute disrespect to Nature and to each other. Trash despoiled the boundary marking the cemetery’s edge with the Refuge.

I implore all people I reach to pratice informed and responsible earth stewardship. It’s so easy to practice: Leave No Trace Behind!

I noticed rectangular ground depressions throughout the cemetery, indentations in the forest floor that I could not make my trusty iPhone reveal to the viewer. I came close below left, but the image is not evident without my narrative directing you. In time the ground gives way as the casket (wooden I suppose) yeilds to its own decomposition. Were I not alert to my cemetery surroundings, I may not have noticed the rectangular dimples that lie hidden in plain site. I admit to frustration in trying to capture hiding depressions. Dare I seek the help of one of the volunteers?

Yes, I dared! I was pleasantly surprised when Michael immediately and eagerly agreed to assist, revealing the otherwise hidden depressions. I hope this spirited volunteer did not attract ticks or chiggars. I hope I meet him again, especially if its near an establishment where I can reward his selfless efforts with an appropriately fermented or distilled beverage…or two! He did not stay long in the trench. I saw with relief that he had regained verticality before I departed the grounds.

Nature effectively heals her own wounds, and she superbly masks signs of human life and living. Trees care nothing of preserving marble and granite nuiscances. Given enough time, the Mooresville Cemetery would fade into oblivion, as many of its former human inhabitants aleardy have.

Again, who mourns the dead and fallen trees? We notice their departure only by the calamity of crashing among and into the gravestones. I failed to inquire when the most recent guest arrived at Mooresville. How long until no more survivors remain? How long until periodic cleanup days cease? I cling to a hope that such memories and care will extend many generations. The forces of Nature, without cause, motivation, or emotion, will act incessantly to oppose human efforts to maintain cemetery order.

Alfred Noyes might have been thinking of a place like the Mooresville Cemetery when he penned these lyrics to The Highwayman:

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas…

That’s the atmosphere and mood I imagine when the Macabre Mooresville Cemetery haunts the night, when the ghastly tree shouts, “Out of My Way!”

As I said at the outset, the story of Mooresville Cemetery encompasses several components:

The overlapping natural environment and human community over time and generations.
A deeper view into the elements of interaction and overlap.
The macabre (and lighter) dimension of an old forested cemetery.

Another story along the fledgling 200+ mile Singing River Trail.

The Nature of the Singing River Trail

The SRT is headquartered just two miles west of the cemetery. The trail will prominently feature Mooresville. As a lifelong devotee of hiking/sauntering, running, biking, and Nature exploration, I envision another Great Blue Heron weekly photo essay series focused on The Nature of the Singing River Trail. I will incorporate individual essays into my routine Posts that total approximately 450 to-date (archived and accessible at: https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/). I offer these Mooresville Cemetery related photo essays as an orientation to the new component series.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these relevant quotes from Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow:

There is something in the very air of Sleepy Hollow that seems to breathe forth enchantment.
The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight.
His heart began to thump, and he fancied he could hear it.
Ichabod had no boding of the danger that lurked so near.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

March Coming in Like a Lamb at AL’s Lake Guntersville State Park!

May 21, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

I embrace every chance I have to explore a new trail and to experience the shifting seasonal woodland tides of northern Alabama…or wherever my roamings take me. Compelled to attend the February 28, 2025, dinner affair of the Annual Environmental Education Association of Alabama (EEAA) meeting at Lake Guntersville State Park, I arrived early enough to descend the Dry Falls Trail from the Lodge, returning 2.5 hours later. Come along with me. I promise that no major exertion is required. Expect a leisurely pace for observations, reflections, photographs, and brief video recordings.

Although the rimrock trees remained winter-barren, spring-like warmth and sunshine prevailed over the lake.

I recorded this 43-second video from my room balcony, overlooking Lake Guntersville and the campground at water’s edge.

You Can’t Make a Silk Purse from a Sow’s Ear

I cherish high forests of towering, densely-stocked mixed mesophytic hardwood species, growing spectacularly on deep, moist, nutrient-rich lower slope soils. I should have anticipated another type of ecosystem from the trail’s moniker: Dry Falls Trail. I saw no three-log commercially valuable hardwoods that would spur drool from a sawyer. In fact, this dog-head branch stub (see the snout, smiling mouth, classic canine skull, eye socket, and floppy ear) may be the aesthetic highlight of my venture. In retirement, no longer supplying quality sawlogs to a Virginia lumber mill (granted, that was in the 1970s!), I am a tireless fan of tree form oddities and curiosities. Leonardo da Vinci wisely observed, “There is no result in nature without a cause.” Decades ago, a crashing stem or treetop broke a lower branch of this oak. The resulting stub survived, calloused over with cambium and bark, creating the canine visage.

Whether on an impoverished poor quality site like this or a fertile lower slope, death is a big part of life in all forests. Poor sites can support only some finite living biomass (e.g, some critical mass in measureable tons per acre). The threshold site quality biomass balance is achieved as growth counters mortality. The standing dead oak below is a victim of one of Nature’s fundamental laws (The Law): Forest site productivity (the sum and interplay of soil depth, texture, nutrients, moisture, slope position, slope shape, aspect, climate, and the tree species present) is inherent and fixed. Leonardo da Vinci wisely observed:

Nature never breaks her own laws.

The Reverend Jonathan Swift (1801) is quoted as coining a similar sentiment:

You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear.

I invested three years delving into a like question. My doctoral dissertation, Evaluation of Soil-Site Relationships for Allegheny Hardwoods, gave definition to that basic Law. I just pulled my 426-page tome from the bookshelf, hoping to find a concisely definitve statement of findings. No luck! Instead, I rediscovered why the book was dust-bound:

Discriminant functions correctly classified approximately 80 percent of the observations into broad productivity groups. The predictive strength of regression equations was comparable to values commonly reported in the literature for single species stands. The discriminant functions and regression equations provide managers with tools for predicting site quality independent of current forest cover.

Whew!

Regardless, the Law is in full affect in the stand I traipsed. This oak yielded its share of site resources to nearby competitors. Their biomass gain; its loss. Net zero sum biomass balance.

Note the dead oak’s spiral wood grain, a feature that fascinates me…one that I’ve pondered in prior Great Blue Heron posts: why do some trees exhibit spiral grain? I don’t know; I will continue seeking a definitive answer.

A Decimated Forest

On April 27, 2011, an EF-2 tornado crossed Guntersville Lake from WSW to ENE striking and decimating the state park campground, several hundred yards from the trail where I made these observation. Perhaps a spin-off from the tornado mowed the pine-dominated stand below. The downed trunk decomposition and residual stand growth jibes with the 14-year gap. All stems are oriented in common direction.

Here is my 58-second video of the blowdown.

Amazingly, this still from the video belies a decimated forest. Sure, lots of downed debris, but regaining the appearance of a forest. Were we to return in 2040, most of the downed pine trees will have decomposed into the forest floor. The residual pine and hardwood will have grown into a closed forest. A casual observer may not recognize even the telltale signs of the 2011 whirlwind decimation!

This sweetgum double sprout is one of the telltale signs. A sapling in 2011, the original stem yielded to the tempest, uprooted to horizontal on the treking pole end, where the ripped roots remain, as does the toppled stem reaching forward to the camera point. The fallen sapling sent two sprouts vertically the next summer. Both reach today into the intermediate canopy.

Arguably among our greatest conservationists, John Muir (1838-1914) offered deep nature insight and timeless wisdom for any occasion and cause, among them a tornado’s decimation:

Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal.

Moving Beyond the Blowdown

I recorded this 56-second video on the convex rocky mid slope beyond the blowdown area.

We remain on a low productivity site.

Although the big blow ocurred 14 years ago, routine forest development dynamics continue to drop trees and branches across the trail. Crews cleared the two oak segments below within a few hundred feet. I offer the example of one spiral-grained and the other straight. No explanation available!

Forever fascinated with tree form oddities and curiosities, an oak burl gargoyle caught my eye.

I’m accustomed to seeing mostly limestone and fine-grained sandstone on my north Alabama woodland rambles. I could not resist capturing the face of conglomerate sandstone.

This loblolly pine (among many in this section of the forest) felt the ravages of a tiny insect, the voracious appetite of our episodic southern pine beetle. The summer of 2024 proved a rough one for our native pines. Those are distinctive pitch tubes on the left. The tree exudes sap as a defense mechanism when female adults enter to deposit eggs in the cambium. The larvae girdled and killed the tree; its crown high above is devoid of needles. Beetle outbreaks disrupt the biomass balance; until the forest rebounds, years will pass with a deficit in living biomass.

Sourwood resists growing straight and true, whether on a fertile lower slope or poor quality convex upper slope. I admire it for its unique crooked propensity.

Nearly 4:00 PM, my time growing short for returning to the lodge to shower and change, I spotted this chestnut oak sporting a signature Indian Marker Tree shape, as some would suggest (even insist). I drew my usual conclusion on such matters. The stand likely regenerated naturally 80-90 years ago, long after our Native citizens were no longer living on and with the land. Something severely injured the sapling oak, without supressing its drive to recover and find its way to the upper canopy.

I made my final afternoon observation in a pine-dominated stand that hosted a prescribed fire during 2024 (okay, it could have been 2023). Periodic controlled burns will create a more open, park-like forest, eliminating the dense hardwood and shrub understory.

The Smokey the Bear of my youth said, “Only you can prevent forest fires.” Today’s Smoky Bear insists correctly, “Only you can prevent wild fires.” Fire is an effective tool when applied reverently and responsibly.

A New Day (and New Month) Dawning

Never one to allow daybreak to precede my awakening, I snapped these images from my balcony at 5:48 AM.

Three hundred feet above the impounded Tennessee River , I captured the lake and sunrise at 6:29 AM from Mabrey Overlook.

I recorded this 59-second video from Mabrey Overlook.

The brightening dawn and rising sun elevate my body, heart, mind, soul, and spirit heavenward!

Here’s a symbolic close, a park road leading me directly into a new day, a new month, a fresh season, a bright outlook on all that lies ahead!

Alabama State Parks Foundation

I’ll remind you that although I serve on the Alabama State Parks Foundation Board (Secretary), in part because of my love of Nature and in recognition for my writing many prior Posts about visiting and experiencing the Parks, any positions or opinions expressed in these Posts are mine alone and do not in any manner represent the Foundation or its Board.

I urge you to take a look at the Foundation website and consider ways you might help steward these magical places: https://asparksfoundation.org/ Perhaps you might think about supporting the Parks System education and interpretation imperative: https://asparksfoundation.org/give-today#a444d6c6-371b-47a2-97da-dd15a5b9da76

The Foundation exists for the sole purpose of providing incremental operating and capital support for enhancing our State parks… and your enjoyment of them.

We are blessed in Alabama to have our Park System. Watch for future Great Blue Heron Posts as I continue to explore and enjoy these treasures that belong to us. I urge you to discover the Alabama State Parks near you. Follow the advice of John Muir:

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

My passion for the break of day inspires me never to allow daybreak to precede my daily awakening! (Steve Jones)
Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal. (John Muir)
The brightening dawn and rising sun elevate my body, heart, mind, soul, and spirit heavenward! (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Winter Dormant Season Wonders in a Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge Bottomland Forest

May 7, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

Note: I am flagging this photo essay as one of a sub-series that introduces the emerging Singing River Trail:

On the morning of February 8, 2025, as I frequently do, I wandered through the bottomland hardwood forest along HGH Road in the Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge near the border between Limestone and Madison Counties. I desired only to see what of deep dormant season interest might lie hidden in plain sight. Mission accomplished!

Spiraling Oddities

HGH Road is gated during the winter at the gravel parking area along Jolly Bee Road. I walked the one-half mile west to where an old farm lane drops south toward the Tennessee River. Yes, an old farm lane. I believe the bottomland forest was in agricultural production when TVA purchased the land scheduled for Lake Wheeler inundation and the adjoining upland property 90 years ago. I restricted the morning’s sauntering mostly to hardwood-dominated forests. I found this spiraled mid-canopy elm, back-dropped by a stand of loblolly pine, at roadside before I reached the now heavily forested farm lane.

I have never seen a tree that spirals of its own accord absent a directing force, which in this instance is no longer present. Imagine the elm when younger and smaller, wrapped in full spiral embrace with a supplejack vine. The supplejack species spirals upward clockwise as evidenced by the permanently spiraled elm. In effect, the growing tree prevailed, literally crushing life from the vine…a death spiral.

Leonardo da Vinci offered insight to seeing, questioning, and understanding such phenomena:

There is no result in nature without a cause; understand the cause and you will have no need of the experiment.

The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.

Leonardo would have appreciated my seeming aimless traipsing. Albert Einstein, too, would have approved:

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Nearby a supplejack co-spiraling with a 3-4″ sweetgum tree offered more direct evidence, the vine still visible at left. The photo at right below shows the same supplejack vine closer to the ground, where it emerged victorious in its embrace of a sapling long since dead and decayed. The clockwise-spiraled vine remains intact. However, I don’t think it will survive its mutual grasp with the sweetgum.

I recorded this 58-second video of entanglement:

Infrequent sylvan visitors believe our forests are stagnant, timeless, never-changing. I recall asking workshop participants their perceived age of the mature hardwood forest we were visiting. Answers ranged from hundreds of years back to the time of Christ. Most of our northern Alabama hardwood forest are 80-100 years old. Nothing in Nature is static, absolutely nothing.

Death and Decay in the Forest

Life and death define the forest. The carbon cycle is the symphony, an elaborate ecological composition. Movements surge and flow across days, months, years, decades, centuries, and millennia. This ancient oak, with its decayed see-through base, rises to a snag. Gravity will soon prevail; decomposers will return its organic matter to the soil, which in turn will cycle its energy to new life, perhaps to an oak tree or a millipede, a rattlesnake, or a woodland spider lilly!

Here is my 58-video tour of the snag:

I prefer short quotes from sage conservationists like da Vinci, Muir, and Leopold. However, the lyrics and music of some timeless poets and musicians shaped my life, Johny Cash among them. Lyrics to his classic The Highwayman stand as a metaphor for the forests I know, whether Alabama, Alaska, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, or any other of the places I’ve lived or roamed:

I was a highway man along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive

I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still

I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around, I’ll always be around
And around and around and around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I’ll be back again, and again
And again and again and again and again

I understand the co-spiraling signature of tree and vine. No mystery there. Explaining the spiral wood grain of individual trees eludes me still. Search “spiral grain” on the blog page of my Great Blue Heron website. You’ll see prior posts where I have probed the subject, all to no avail or conclusion, yet I frequently see dead hardwood trees with sloughed bark, clearly spiral-grained, taunting me to discover their secret!

I recorded this 48-second video of a nearby snag adorned with multiple scars of death and decay, as well as evident spiral grain.

A still photo of the same tree highlights advanced decay that suggests that undefeated gravity will soon triumph.

Commercial television these days offers all manner of cosmetic and pharmaceutical treatments for dry, crepey, warty, sagging, and blotchy skin and flesh. Thank God trees possess no such vainglorious tendencies! I recorded this video of a snag carrying its blemishes beyond death and decay.

Stills from of the same tree memorialize its countenance.

Every tree has a story to tell. These weathered individuals express volumes!

Beauty is Far Moore than Skin-Deep

Fungi infect all the prior dead individual trees I’ve included so far in this photo essay. Let’s now delve into the fruiting bodies (mushrooms) of the organisms whose hyphae are the actual within-wood decomposing fungi. Puffball mushrooms signal hyphae hard at work.

I recorded this 60-second video of a wind-toppled oak heavily infected with Stereum:

Our north Alabama forest breezes, I am sure, are super charged with clouds of fungal spores. I imagine competing species of fungi rushing to the scene of a recent windthrow, armies of spores laying claim to square millimeters of surface on a multi-ton sylvan carcass. Down for less than a full year, this tree already bears thousands of saprophytic fungi mushrooms.

Life, death, decay, and renewal dance in symphonic splendor.

A hefty lumpy bracket mushroom clings to a downed oak trunk.

Its underside is salting the air with countless spores catching the breeze to another multi-ton oak.

Bracket fungi are common throughout our north Alabama forests, especially in these fertile, productive hardwood bottomlands. I pledge to devote more time on future treks to identifying groups and species. So far only the edibles have merited my deeper attention.

I believe this is a latte bracket.

Fungi are biological wonders worthy of their own kingdom.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding. (da Vinci)
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. (Einstein)
Life, death, decay, and renewal dance in symphonic splendor. (Steve Jones)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

The Nature of the Singing River Trail

The Singing River Trail will pass through significant portions of the 35,000-acre Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge…perhaps not HGH Road per se, yet I know that Rockhouse Bottom Road along the Tennessee River, just two miles from HGH Road, will be a primary SRT route.

The SRT will prominently feature the Refuge. As a lifelong devotee of hiking/sauntering, running, biking, and Nature exploration, I envision another Great Blue Heron weekly photo essay series focused on The Nature of the Singing River Trail. I will incorporate individual essays into my routine Posts that total approximately 450 to-date (archived and accessible at: https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/). I offer these photo essays related to my WNWR wanderings as the beginning of the new component series. Watch for more!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Mooresville, Alabama Cemetary: A New Dimension to Life and Death in the Forest! [Volume One]

April 8, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

On March 8, 2025, at the request of local history buff Gilbert White, I visited the Mooresville, Alabama Cemetery as a group of a dozen friends of the 200-year-old graveyard (Madison History Association) cleared brush and storm debris. I snapped photographs and recorded brief videos to develop a photo essay with observations and reflections. I developed a tale of the multi-tiered web of life and death (Nature and Human) intersecting across this hallowed land, a permanent resting place for more than 100 deceased former residents. Volume One introduces the historic cemetery and sets the stage for the two succeeding volumes.

The story of Mooresville Cemetery encompasses several components:

The overlapping natural environment and human community over time and generations.
A deeper view into the elements of interaction and overlap.
The macabre (and lighter) dimension of an old forested cemetery.
Another story along the fledgling 200+ mile Singing River Trail.

I’d like you to please watch for subsequent Great Blue Heron photo essays (The Nature of the Singing River Trail) I will feature as whistle stops along the fledgling 200+-mile trail.

I viewed the burial ground as a provocative subject. The town is historic:

Historic Mooresville, Alabama is the first town incorporated by the Alabama Territorial Legislature, on November 16, 1818. The entire town is on the National Register of Historic Places, and is one of Alabama’s most important and intact villages. Historic homes and buildings, gracious gardens, and tree-shaded streets make a visit to Mooresville seem like a step back in time.

I beamed myself back to 1822, when the first documented burial took place on the grassy knoll three hundred yards southeast of the town. Young trees grace the heights, still too young to cast shade over memorial services. Albert Einstein granted me the means to travel back two centuries:

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

I often speculate in these posts about the past from reading today’s forests. Borrowered from an online file, this image depicts the Mooresville Cemetery site as I picture its grassy knoll 200 years ago.

This monument welcomes visitors today. The background trees are not leaning to the south (left); I tilted the photograph to righten the leaning stone.

The crew labored for two hours. Their work made a dent in restoring order to a sunny hilltop long ago captured by time and a relentlessly advancing forest.

I often observe in these photo essays that life and death are constant, cyclical companions in our forests. Humans have added an overlapping dimension of life and death to the cemetery hilltop. The forest tells its own story. Each tombstone, every unmarked rectangular depression, and every echo of human memorial service, graveside visit, and fading memory, jubilation, and grief combine to reach across the two centuries. I felt the presence of others as I criss-crossed the knoll.

I wondered whether this fallen shagbark hickory bore witness to teary-eyed ceremonies, grieving loved ones, and soothing spring mornings.

I recorded this 57-second video of the uprooted tree:

I’ve studied our northern Alabama forests enough to know that neither the red oak (left) nor the shagbark hickory (right) witnessed the first 70-90 years of burials. They most likely were no more than seedlings or saplings when Wheeler Dam engineers closed the gates that flooded the adjacent Limestone Bay in the 1930s.

How many interred former Mooresville bones did this crashing oak rattle when it succumbed to undeafeated gravity?

What manner of disturbance did this decades-old hickory tree lightning blast create among the lingering spirits? Resident squirrels and other critters relying upon tree cavities celebrated as fungi infected and enlarged the wound and the tree survived the electrical insult. Life and death hand in hand — the cycle of renewal and demise persisting!

The cavity the critters appreciated served for how long…before the hollow they valued yielded to forces beyond the woody rind’s ability to hold the tree aloft?

Maria Rakoczy, The Madison Record news writer, worked feverishly with loppers across an area dominated by flat monuments.

Imagine the cleared summit view northwest into Mooresville (left) and southwest into Limestone Bay (fed by Limestone Creek, Mooresville Spring, Piney Creek, and Beaverdam Creek) two centuries ago. Mooresville’s checkerboard streets, homes, the brick church belltower, and the 200-acre Bay would have been visible, unobstructed by the invading forest. Today only the deep dormant season allows a glimpse without imagination.

I observe often that every tree and each forest grove has a story to tell. The tales told at the Mooresville Cemetery are overlain by layers of deep memories and generations past.

I recorded this 59-second video of a poignant, heart-rending tombstone message:

Margaret Alice Morris’ engraved tombstone (An angel visited the green earth and took the flower away) occupied a grassy hill (now a closed-canopy forest) above Limestone Bay.

As I said at the outset, the story of Mooresville Cemetery encompasses several components:

The overlapping natural environment and human community over time and generations.
A deeper view into the elements of interaction and overlap.
The macabre dimension of an old forested cemetery.
Another story along the fledgling 200+ mile Singing River Trail.

I’ve taken us through chapters one and part of two. I’ll begin Volume Two where this one ends.

The Nature of the Singing River Trail

The SRT is headquartered just two miles west of the cemetery. The trail will prominently feature Mooresville. As a lifelong devotee of hiking/sauntering, running, biking, and Nature exploration, I envision anew Great Blue Heron weekly photo essay series focused on The Nature of the Singing River Trail. I will incorporate individual essays into my routine Posts that total approximately 450 to-date (archived and accessible at: https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/). I offer this essay as an orientation to the new series.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

Life and death sustain a natural forest over time; a human cemetery within adds deeper complexity and layers of sentiment, emotion, and memories.
Natural processes overtake all traces of human habitation in the absence of intervention and maintenance. Even a north Alabama graveyard yields to forest.
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. I saw an aging forest and felt my own mortality, yet embraced the comprehension of both.

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future

Abandoned TVA Recreation Area and Construction Village along the CCC Trail at Joe Wheeler State Park

April 2, 2025/in Updates /by Steve Jones

I revisited the CCC Historic Trail at Alabama’s Joe Wheeler State Park on January 23 and 24, 2025, to gather additional background on the 1930s Wheeler Dam Village (for construction crews and their families) and the 1930s to 1950 Recreation Area, both located on what is now State Park property along the CCC Trail. Nature is adept at covering her tracks under the debris of 75-90 years of forest growth!

Our north Alabama forests hide delights and mysteries, some natural and others relics of human impact and design. I’ve marveled at the hidden human artifacts along the trail above the Wheeler Dam on Joe Wheeler State Park since first trekking there in 2020: https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=7284&action=edit&classic-editor=1

Revisiting the Old Recreation Site at Joe Wheeler State Park

David Barr, Joe Wheeler State Park Assistant Superintendent, loaned me his copy of The Wheeler Project (US Government Printing Office 1940 book, The Wheeler Project, A Comprehensive Report on the Planning, Design, and Initial Operations), which describes the Recreation Area:

Within the reservation immediately south of the dam, the Authority [TVA], with the cooperation of the National Park Service and the Emergency Conservation Work program, developed two small areas for intensive recreation use. [The smaller is on the Wheeler Lake side of the primary dam road.] The larger of the two areas is located along the shoreline of Big Nance Creek and its junction with Wilson Lake, and consists of approximately 50 acres of heavily wooded land.

Facilities include a cherted access road [County Road 411], a parking area, a frame picnic shelter with twin fireplaces, a rustic overlook building, a latrine building, drinking fountains, tables, benches, and outdoor ovens, together with foot trails leading to various points of interest.

A National Park Service CCC camp constructed the facilities in these areas between April 1934 and November 1935. The areas are used extensively by individuals and local groups from the nearby and cities within a radius of 75 miles.

This excerpt warrants a few clarifying comments. What is now Joe Wheeler State Park remained in federal ownership until 1949, hence the narrative about the 1930s mentioning the National Park Service, CCC, and other federal agencies. The 1940 book narrative indicates that the recreation areas continued to operate through the date of publication. I’ve found no indication of a closure date. I assume that the responsible federal agency ceased operations before the state acquired the property in 1949, suggesting abandonment and subsequent neglect over three-quarters of a century.

TVA Recreation Area

When I first explored this area with Alabama State Parks Naturalist Emeritus Mike Ezell in 2020, this pathway carried the name Multi-Use Trail. Today, recognizing the significance of the Dam-era remains, it bears the Historic CCC Trail designation.

David strolls past the bathhouse (restrooms for male and female flanking the breezeway). Its days are rushing into full decay and collapse, a condition already achieved by the picnic pavillion (right), excepting its exquisite CCC stone masonry chimneys on both ends.

Pole lights once illuminated the Recreation Area (known as Big Nance Park), evidenced by the fixture we found buried in forest debris several hundred feet downhill.

Sewage and water utilities serviced Big Nance Park. Imagine WW II families refreshing at the stone drinking fountain

Wandering the CCC Trail flashes mental images of Mayan remains peering from tropical jungle growth. I wonder how long beyond some catostrophic end to human habitation would it take for Manhattan’s infrastructure to crumble to obscurity?

I recorded this 59-second video at the water fountain:

The bath house and pavillion connect to the observation overlook above Nance Creek Inlet via a flagstone pathway.

This view of the overlook dates back to my May 11, 2023 (https://stevejonesgbh.com/2023/08/31/revisiting-the-old-recreation-site-at-joe-wheeler-state-park/) photo essay.

Joe WSP Naturlist Jennings Earnest provided the foreground above Wilson Lake. Although I failed to capture the image, we counted two dozen great blue herons fishing along the inlet (right).

The collapsing gazebo image hints at the exquisite workmanship of the CCC masons. Their work stands undiminished 90 years later. Time rushes on at precisely 24 hours per day. I am determined to assist the Alabama State Park System to retore these magnificent underlying structures to functionality. Their tale and heritage should reach generations into the future, and not be merely a photographic memory and a footnote to a forgotten chapter, today remembered by a few and eventually lost to dusty volumes.

I recorded this 58-second video of the once magnificent gazebo:

No trees obstructed the Wilson Lake 1940 view. No shade sheltered the picnic diners who sat on the sturdy wooden seats, long-since decayed.

Park caretakers see the possibilities…as do I. The stonework at right contained how many thousands of afternoon and evening firepalce meals, warming fires, and s’more roastings? Memories lay silently and wistfully at rest, only briefly stirred when we rare visitors stop by to ruminate on a winter afternoon.

We make no claim that our two-day exploration represented a serious, systematic archeological endeavor. We recognize that at heart we are naturalists and curious technicians hoping to pursue vigorously enough to see the tip of the iceberg (we know that much of the Camp Village and Recreation Area lies hidden beneath the surface), spur interest among Park staff, elected officials, groups and organizations, interested entities, foundations, allied agencies, philanthropers, and others, and ultimately see the vision of restoring the Village and Recreation Area.

Wheeler Dam Village

I had previously photographed the huge village outdoor barbeque double-pit, abandoned long enough that a three-foot diameter yellow poplar stands within the firepit!

We knew where to find it. We searched extensively around it knowing we would locate extensive nearby evidence of use and occupation. We found nothing.

I recorded this 59-second video as we began our Janurary 23-24 explorations:

As was the case near the cooking pits, we spent a lot more time looking than we did finding!

What we did find came in dribs and drabs: sheet metal, one-half steel drum, and concrete blocks. Teasers that more is there, but unfortunately in the complete book of the Village and Recreation Area, these are unconsolidated words, phrases, and shattered paragraphs. We sought complete sentences, full paragraphs, and even a chapter or two.

Okay, not all proved futile

I recorded this 36-second video as we unearthed the remains of a lower slope series of terraced bunk houses reportedly consumed by fire. Surely, somewhere there are newspaper, agency, or individual archival records of the fire? Might there be a University of North Alabama (or elsewhere) faculty or graduate student willing to pursue the tale? Can we secure funding to support such an effort?

Again, our results were varied and piecemeal: a shovel with handle long decayed and a rectangle of sheet metal.

Even a discarded pocelain toilet!

And an old pole light (shown below for the second time in this photo essay) hinting that the Village and Recreation Area enjoyed the conveniences of water, sewer, and electricity. We hurt to imagine the complex’s story remaining untold. Where are the records, volumes, and photographs stored? The Village housed thousands of residents over the years of dam construction. The Recreation Area served untold regional citizens from dam construction until about 1950…thousands of people across 12-17 years.

What more can a bunch of Nature enthusiasts discover? Are our efforts frozen like the Wilson Lake shoreside ice below Jennings?

I don’t want to give up. However, I know my limits. An observant man of his day (Mark Twain?) once observed:

A wise man knows the limit of his knowledge; a fool has no idea.

Albert Einstein spoke often of wisdom, knowledge, and stupidity:

The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.

There is no vaccine against stupidity.

Don’t be too hard on me. Everyone has to sacrifice at the altar of stupidity from time to time.

David Barr, the senior Park staff member of our January team, offered some closing comments several weeks later:

TVA did operate or was over this area until the state purchased it. The Recreation Area was known as” Big Nance Park” in its heyday by locals. I’m not sure that was the official name or if it had one? Wheeler Dam Village was used by TVA after the completion of the dam to operate and house workers until 1949, to my knowledge. I’m not sure when TVA stopped utilities to the Recreation Area. I think there are a lot more secrets in the woods and surrounding fields that can give us more answers. I suggest we do some extensive map studies before our next venture. I hope maybe a metal detector will help us locate more village remains and utilities. I will notify you when I make some contacts.

We may yet find answers to our pressing questions.

Alabama State Parks Foundation

I’ll remind you that although I serve on the Alabama State Parks Foundation Board, in part because of my love of Nature and in recognition for my writing many prior Posts about visiting and experiencing the Parks, any positions or opinions expressed in these Posts are mine alone and do not in any manner represent the Foundation or its Board.

The Foundation exists for the sole purpose of providing incremental operating and capital support for enhancing our State parks… and your enjoyment of them.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

Thoughts and Reflections

I offer these observations:

I think there are a lot more secrets in the woods and surrounding fields that can give us more answers. (David Barr)
More than we will ever know is hidden in plain sight, whether of human or Nature’s affairs. (Steve Jones)
As I continue to explore Nature, the more I learn, the less I know. (Steve Jones)
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. (Albert Einstein)

Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!

I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com

Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause

If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:

Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.

Vision:

People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.

Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!

Steve’s Four Books

I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:

I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future