Digital Humanities at Geneseo

[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/6285465766961938101_IMG_4201_Original-300×200.jpg)
Dandelions, white and green. Their stems are straight and tall but their heads are round and soft. They sit next to little yellow flowers with frilly ends. I thought they were different species that are different from one another but they are the same. In the life cycle of those flowers, the frilly yellow ones, the dandelions are only lingering ghosts of the sunny, yellow pedals they used to shine when they were younger. Now only a dandelion remains, waiting to be blown away like dust and disappear as all things do eventually.

They say if you blow on them and let each seed dissipate in the wind, that whatever you wish for will come true. I have tried many times to blow out each dandelion infructescence but I have never been able to do so in one try. When this happens, your wish has not worked and it cannot be granted. It always disappointed me then, like I had missed my one chance at my one wish, and now it would not come true. Still, I would blow on it a few more times, but a few of the white puffs still lingered, clinging on to their home flower, like they were not yet ready to disappear. In capitulation, I’d pluck those off with my fingers and drop the green stem back to the ground. The stark realization that none of my wishes would come true that day. And why should they?

When I was a child, there were yellow buttercups that sprouted in our backyard every summer. All the neighborhood kids would pluck them from the ground and hold one under their neighbor’s chin. “If it glows, that means you like butter,” they all said. The golden light cast its own shadow on their skin, underneath their chin. I can’t remember now the last time someone tried to see if I liked butter, but I’d bet it was a long time ago.

I wonder if those flowers still sprout on my lawn. I don’t see why they shouldn’t but I no longer live there, and although I visit, it has been too long of a time since I last checked. As we grow older, those flowers and dandelions become ghosts forgotten behind everything else. We step on them now, just like we plucked them then, forgetting they are living until they are not.

My landlord was mowing the lawn just yesterday, and he paid no mind to the taraxacum or the buttercup flowers. The grass must be trimmed, so that houses look nice and you are not judged by your neighbor. This is the colonization of land. This is how we have dominated nature. This is all that we know. And despite these irreversible effects we have cast on nature, we still torment her. We use her and defile her because she can give us what we need but she is running out. She will become a ghost like the rest of us. We are all doomed to the same fate.

Every morning, my body finds itself waking up a lot earlier than everybody else. Not to disturb anyone I slowly roll out of bed and find myself sitting in my common room on an ottoman with my cat, looking out the window. The grass is so green every morning because the sun is hitting it just right and it’s so high up in the sky that it’s gleaming down through the windows and the trees making good little sunray puddles for my cat to sit in and sunbathe in. Sometimes if it’s raining or had rained the night before, I can see the water flowing into the storm drain beneath my window all the grass around it is a lot more wet and dewey. The pinecones are open today which means it’s a warm and dry day, I’m sure I’ll be seeing squirrels playing pass around with them soon. The two trees outside my window face each other and pull my attention into the middle where when each person walks it seems like a garden hitch or a wedding altar is above them. I don’t know for sure but I imagine their roots are intertwinted somewhere undernesth the mulch and soil. I like to think they’ve been holding each other for quite some time. The small pink leaves at the ends of each stringy branch fall into the same place creating a pile on the ground, almost like a pretty version of a leaf pile sized for small creatures. Little brown birds with blue chests like perching themselves on the thicker branches. I often get to enjoy their singing in the mornings but sometimes I wake up too late and miss it, at that point they only chirp when another bird finds itself on the tree with them.

Sitting here, I can feel the warmth on top of my head and the tips of my ears from the sun, it shines onto my jewelry and creates little shimmers for my cat to follow. His eyes moving back and forth in the sunlight are almost the same color as the dandelions outside. I get reminded of him when I see them moving in the wind and for some reason can’t help but love the little weeds. I’ve slowly seen them transform over the course of my time here, sitting in my window, day after day. Small green buds that resemble asparagus while growing, turn into these gorgeous bright yellow dandelions, then get withered away and sulk for a few days. The buds become dry, fluffy, and white. They’re soft to the touch yet very fragile. I love blowing them out like birthday candles. They are as weak as can be, where even a light flow of wind from a person’s pants will blow some off. But those fluffs have seeds within them that fall and grow more bright yellow dandelions, and the cycle will just keep continuing. Not every morning but some, when I catch myself admiring his eyes and the dandelions, I am reminded that life isn’t always as it seems. Each day is a little different, just as each day a new dandelion has either sprouted or disappeared, only for a moment. The dandelions just needed a second to recuperate. even if they sulk, wither, dry, or fall. Wherever they land they will regrow, one step at a time, and the cycle will just keep continuing. No matter how frail I feel or what stage I’m at in my life, I will always plant more seeds as I go and have the chance to grow again.

[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/IMG_6711-231×300.jpg)[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/IMG_6713-240×300.jpg)

Yes you read that correctly, we took a field trip. My group and I took a little trip to the Romer Arboretum the other day and it was an experiece. Some of us have only been there a handful of times, and some of us not at all. As you can imagine this short hour or so was and adventure, knowing us.

It started off relatively normal, I picked up Rachel from her dorm and we made our way to the Arboretum. When we got there, Izzy had just gotten there alongside us, Cole was waiting up for us at the enterance, and Syd and Griffin were waiting patently for us at the gazebo just inside.

Before doing anything else, we posed for a photo and enjoyed each others company before stepping out of the gazebo and taking it all in. There was a light rain, and it was a bit chilly so almost all of us were prepared for the weather. We did not stray far from the gazebo as it is very easy to get lost in the arboretum and, to be honest, all of us could not afford the time it would take to get lost on that particular day. In the surroundgin area, there was what giffin dubbed ‘the bee hotel’ which im assuming is something that the Beekeeping Club here on campus constucted, he did also try to climb a nearby tree which was interesting.

While Griffin was out on his own adventure, the rest of us, minus Cole who was still in the gazebo pacing around and even trying to climb it, were looking at the surrounding plants which we assumed to be native plants to the area. Pretty much all of them were just green plants with no special flowers or colors, but nature and plants do not need those things to continue to be beautiful. Something that I realized while reflecting on this trip, was that the grass was particularly green on that day and I am not sure of that was the weather or just my imagination, but it was beautiful and really pretty to look at and just be in the presence of.

We knew it was time for the end of our trip when we started to get a little cold, all of us walked out of the Romer Arboretum together while Izzy told us some stories of some of her time spent in there. All in all this trip served a purpose more than just for the sake of being one with nature, but as a fun bonding experience with the people i’ve grown closer to over the course of the semester. Gramacisy forever. [{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/gramacy-forever-225×300.jpg)

On SUNY Geneseo’s campus, it can be extremely difficult to escape the concrete and pavement that seems to circumscribe any green areas. That isn’t even going into the fences and signs that don’t allow us to get to one of the few dedicated green spaces near any academic buildings. One of the only places a student living on SUNY Geneseo’s campus can go to really experience nature without a car is the Roemer Arboretum. Despite being one of the farthest areas from academic buildings, it is fairly easily accessible, though it may be a bit of a walk. I have been going to the arboretum for four years now, anytime I needed an escape from classes – my freshman year, on zoom, or, since then, the fluorescent lighting and cold, inorganic classrooms. I have seen the Arboretum develop over the years – as a freshman, living in Onondaga Hall (which is very close to the arboretum), in order to get to the gazebo and actually out of sight of the parking lots, you had to balance on one of two wooden planks that went over a marshy area, and try your best to keep that balance when they inevitably bowed under your weight. I experienced when they replaced those boards with newer, sturdier boards, and now, as there is an actual footbridge over the wet, marshy area. To me, the arboretum has always been a place of peace and quiet, to escape the chaos of campus and classes and the world, in general. It has been, since my freshman year, when it became a 15 minute walk instead of a 3 minute walk, somewhere that I have always gone alone. No one I’ve lived with has really wanted to make that trek, so it became a time of true quiet and contemplation whenever I’d go there. One of my favorite things about the arboretum is, if you go there on a clear night, you can see the stars and constellations – this is something that is not possible anywhere else on campus.

One thing that I always find comforting about nature (especially when it is not tampered with by human hands) is how slow, consistent, and expected any changes are. Though people have changed some things in the arboretum – adding a bee box, cutting down a few trees, or replacing the footbridge – everything else is consistently what you expect. The trees get green, and then colorful, and then the leaves fall, and then they bud again. The plants consistently look the same as they do at this point in the season any year I go. When life moves as fast as it seems to be – maybe more to me, since it seems my whole life is being uprooted as graduation looms on the horizon – a place where everything is slow and consistent and unchanged is of immense comfort.

On my very last GREAT Day before I graduate, I met with my group to go to the Arboretum to be in nature for a while. It was a chilly, rainy day, and I had already had to be at an event for GREAT Day, so I was in a skirt. The misty rain and the brutal wind made the walk a little less enjoyable than usual, but, in a way, it allowed me to feel a little deeper what this part of the season is for the plants in the arboretum. Though it was fairly dark and dreary, there was no sun to be seen, and the windblown raindrops felt like tiny pebbles against my legs, you could see the plants getting greener and the buds growing. The dark day was made so much brighter by the deepest green coming out in the buds on the plants, and in the growing grass, and the small blossoms blooming on some of the shrubbery. Standing in the gazebo, the only sounds other than the group talking about this experience was the raindrops on the roof of the gazebo, the wind blowing through the trees, and the birds flying around, landing and taking off from the trees, and singing, despite the gloom of the day.

[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/IMG_3936-225×300.jpg)

The entire experience was one of immense hope – despite the objective imperfections of the day, everyone could tell that these kinds of days are what is needed to have beautiful green sunny days in the future. It’s a feeling I’m choosing to hold onto, as I get through the stress of my last finals period in my undergrad, and the uncertainty that is coming with graduation – nature needs the gloomy periods in order to have beautiful, bright, and better days.

I went to the Arboretum while it rained and sat under the shelter of the gazebo. I learned from my father early in life that the best times to observe nature can be during bad weather, because no one else will be around. While this usually meant going out to Niagara Falls when it was twenty degrees and covered in ice, I understood what he meant. For one, the silence of nothing but you and the falls is something that really makes you listen to what it is saying. Second, even though it felt miserable to be there while it was so cold, the ice that covered the trees and sidewalks from the mist of the falls looked like diamonds in the sunlight.

Nature can be loud when it wants to be. I’ve been through enough thunderstorms and blizzards to know nature can be very, very loud. Sometimes it can be annoying, or debilitating. But, those with the frankly stupid courage that I have, venture out to listen to the loudness. During the Christmas Blizzard that buried my hometown in five feet of snow and drifts taller than the street signs, I wrapped myself in ski gear and ventured into my backyard. I laid in the snow and listened as the wind roared. It’s hard to describe because it doesn’t seem like it, but it was incredibly calming. Just lying on the snow as the world screams around you, low enough to the ground that the wind doesn’t touch you and allows you to sit and stare in wonder.

Nature is also silent when it wants to be. My father would take me and my sisters out far from the city to traverse into the woods and find owls. Coming from a largely populated county, it was such a different experience being out so far at night. It’s colder, darker, quieter. But my father always made hot chocolate to combat the cold, and the darkness let me see more stars than I ever could have back at home. But the quiet was intimidating to an eight you old who still fell for when my father claimed tigers lived in the woods. Absolute silence, minus the occasional call of a frog from the water or the migrating canada geese above our heads. Now, I understand the quiet isn’t so terrifying. It forces you to be quiet and listen for any sounds, for the calls of owls my dad searched for.

As I sat in the gazebo, I thought back to all these times that nature commanded me to be quiet and to listen. To listen to it’s screaming or it’s silence. The rain was particularly quiet, letting me sit in contempt as it fluttered around. I shrunk into myself from the bracing winds and stared out over the leafless trees and barren ground, still not awoken by the call of Spring. Hopefully it will wake soon.

[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/IMG_6565-169×300.jpg)

Standing at the brink of the Canadian side of Niagara Falls for my first time, I was taken by the awe-inspiring spectacle of water thundering down into the abyss. The mist spraying onto my face felt both invigorating and chilling, a vivid reminder of nature’s raw power and elegance. This was not my first visit to the falls; I had been here several times before, yet the experience was as mesmerizing and profound as ever, perhaps even more so from this fresh perspective.

From where I stood, the view was a vibrant picture of water, mist, and foliage. The vast white curtain of the falls contrasted starkly with the differing greens of the water and the trees clinging to the banks. Small twigs and patches of foliage, caught in the relentless flow, danced chaotically toward the edge of the falls. Every detail, from the largest roar of the water to the smallest leaf swirling paint a picture of dynamic beauty, reflecting the always changing dance of nature.

This visit was particularly reflective, bringing back vivid memories of my first visit to Niagara Falls many years ago on the American side with my father. Standing there with him as a 12 year old boy, I felt an initial sense of wonder that has deeply influenced my perception of nature. Now, revisiting the falls from a new vantage point on the Canadian side, I recognized that different perspectives can profoundly alter and enrich our experiences. This shift in viewpoint provided a deeper understanding of the falls’ majesty, expanding my appreciation for this natural wonder.

As I breathed in the cool, misty air, my thoughts turned to Thoreau and his writings in *Walden*, where he advocates for a deep, personal connection with nature. Thoreau saw the act of observing nature as a reflective, almost meditative practice, integrating the observer’s subjectivity into the experience. This type of observation and personal reflection was precisely what I was experiencing—a vivid, personal reconnection with nature, grounded in the sensory and emotional landscape around me.

Thoreau emphasized being fully present and awake to capture the essence of the natural world. Standing here at Niagara Falls, I felt a profound alignment with this philosophy. The thunderous cascade of water, the serene greenery, and the frothy turmoil of leaves and twigs below—all served as potent reminders of life’s transient yet timeless nature. My observations went beyond the mere visual; they became a deep, introspective journey reflecting my inner thoughts and memories.

Capturing this moment with a photograph, I knew that no single image could encompass the depth of what I felt. However, it could serve as a gateway back to this experience, a visual anchor to the emotions and revelations encountered here. This experience, like Thoreau’s vivid depictions in *Walden*, was not just an observation of nature but an intimate dialogue with it. It reminded me that each interaction with the natural world is a personal voyage, one that resonates with our thoughts, invokes our memories, and deepens our connection to the earth. Here at Niagara Falls, from a new perspective, I was reminded once again of the beauty and profound complexity of nature, a perpetual source of inspiration and wonder in my life.

[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/IMG_8976-3-300×187.jpg)

On Wednesday, April 24th my class group and I took a fun trip to the Roemer Arboretum to see some nature that surrounds us at SUNY Geneseo. We all sat in the gazebo and walked around for a bit to see what it was like over in that area. We went in the late morning so there was a nice quietness and we were able to hear lots of birds chirping, even though it was a little bit rainy. We heard many different bird calls and it made me wonder where they were, since I didn’t see any when I looked around except for one hawk. This hawk soared through the sky so majestically and it flew so effortlessly above us. I thought that was very cool to see and it makes me wonder what life would be like from so far up, compared to being down on the ground.

It was drizzling while we were there so I wore my raincoat and visually the rain left a beautiful dew on all the grass, plants, and flowers. I normally hate the rain because the feeling of wet/damp clothes kind of grosses me out and is very uncomfortable, but I do like the way it makes nature look. I can appreciate the fact that rain brings new life, as well. For example, I love flowers and without the rain nourishing them, they would not be able to grow. They need the water to flourish and become so beautiful, otherwise they’d be wilted and dead, looking lifeless and dull. In fact, most of their beauty comes from their bright colors and full shape.

While on our trip to the arboretum, we saw that there is a whole garden with many different plants such as: blue-eyed grass, creeping phlox, and Culver’s root. These plants were all ones that I’ve never seen before and it was cool to see them in their natural state. The blue-eyed grass is a small flower with skinny blue leaves that have ridges on them. The creeping phlox has narrow leaves, is low to the ground, and is whitish pink. The third plant I saw was Culver’s root which is skinny and long, with fuzzy, white flowers. These were all pretty to see and I wonder which of these I might be able to see around campus in other places.

Next to the gazebo there was a big clearing surrounded by trees that we were able to walk in. There was a bunch of cut down trees in this field as well, which makes me wonder why they are all there. I think that maybe they’ll be used for lumber or possibly a home for an animal, but I’m not quite sure. There were benches to sit on, over by the edge of the clearing and it looked like some of them might be dedicated to certain people. I think that this is such a peaceful place to spend time, no matter what the season may be. In the winter, it would be beautiful to see snowfall and the trees draped with snow. In the summer, all the flowers will be in bloom and the sunshine would be warm and comforting. I’ll have to come back to the arboretum soon to see what changes in growth from week to week. My new experience definitely was exciting to see and it was nice to get into nature and take a break from the fast moving pace of my normal life.
[{.alignnone}](/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2024/04/naturephoto-min-231×300.jpg)