Nature: Share Generously

by Leslie Anthony.

On a sunny August day a few years back, at the start of a canoe trip through Algonquin Park with my then 16-year-old daughter, Myles, we pulled into a portage at the head of a small lake. A few metres from shore, where a mob of sandy footprints merged into a grass-limned trail, several gartersnakes had woven into a neat pile. It was too early in the year for denning aggregations, and too late for springtime mating balls (where a gaggle of males zero in on the pheromones of a single female), so I guessed it to be a “parturition party”—where pregnant females gather together to bask. It’s a neat and little-known trick of thermoregulation for these cold-blooded creatures at northern latitudes, allowing the group to collectively raise their individual body temperatures and metabolisms, advancing embryonic development and, hence, the birthing process (gartersnakes bear live young). Myles, of course, was full of questions: Why here? Why just pregnant ones?

Burnt Island Lake, Algonquin Park.
Burnt Island Lake, Algonquin Park.

You can see similar synods on a Starbucks patio, but I wasn’t about to erect that analogy. Despite its dry detail, Myles listened to my explanation attentively and with apparent interest. As a city-dwelling, pop-culture-addled teenager about to slip from the parent-worship grasp of childhood, I considered this a good omen for some quality bonding on our trip.

Grubbing through forest and ponds with me is something Myles had done often, be it tagging along on journalistic assignments or adventuring together at the cottage. As proof, I have a library of photos in which a young girl of various ages displays a litany of frogs, salamanders, snakes and turtles. In early shots she seems torn between scrutinizing the creature and smiling at the camera, a mixture of fascination and the childish aim to please; as the catalogue advances she cradles the startled, bug-eyed critters with more concern, reflecting a growing passion for animals and appreciation of their fragility. In recent poses, however, I’d detected a noticeable tentativeness. Was it adolescent self-consciousness and the accompanying meme-ish female allergy to rot and ick and traumatized fingernails? Or just momentary uncertainty borne of the decreasing frequency of these opportunities? Whichever, I felt it was something passing, and that the scene at the portage had rekindled our rolling Chautauqua of the animal netherworld.

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“Algonquin Colours”. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons .

I also realized how happy I was to answer her questions (though she’d later stump me: “If you drop a frog in the middle of a lake, does it know which way to swim?”), to help her interpret. This process had, in no small measure, become part of my own enjoyment of nature.

It was also the reason, last April, that I was excited to take celebrated North Vancouver photographer Jordan Manley out to photograph reptiles in Pemberton, B.C. He’d taken to shooting wildlife in the past few years, seen the serpentine Instagrams I’d posted, and was eager to train his considerably more sophisticated lens on these fascinating, seldom-seen creatures. It was perfect weather for reptiles—warm and hazy—and within minutes I’d caught a brown-and-black checked wandering gartersnake, giving Jordan a close-up look at its dorsal and ventral colour patterns.

Jordan Manley and subject. LESLIE ANTHONY PHOTO.
Jordan Manley and subject. LESLIE ANTHONY PHOTO.

Using what Jordan referred to as my “reptile radar,” I found several other species, heartened to help someone glimpse creatures they would otherwise never see. Jordan’s interest (he had as many questions as Myles) was particularly welcome because so many of our mutual friends—despite being dedicated outdoorists—can point to an old growth forest but barely differentiate its trees; will profess spiritual affinity to megafauna like whales and bears and eagles but be unable to identify any creature smaller than a coyote. They happily ride mountain bikes in “awesome” places without being able to grok the ecosystem under their wheels or the animals potentially displaced. Most are liberated city dwellers who’ve taken to the mountains, yet embrace them as playgrounds first and raw nature as afterthought—a potential symptom of Nature Deficit Disorder.

The best thing about nature is that it doesn’t need to be created or cajoled into awesomeness.


Advanced as a clinical hypothesis by Richard Louv in Last Child in the Woods (2005), NDD holds that humans, especially children, are spending less time outdoors, resulting in a wide range of problems. Louv points to how parents’ growing fear of the world keeps children inside on the computer rather than outdoors exploring; to the loss of natural surroundings in city neighborhoods; to parks and preserves with restricted access and “do not walk off trail” signs; to educators and environmentalists who tell kids to “look but don’t touch.” The upshot, as Louv writes, are children with limited respect for natural surroundings: “An increasing pace… of a rapid disengagement between children and direct experiences in nature… has profound implications, not only for the health of future generations but for the health of the Earth itself.”

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“Painted Turtle In Lily Pads”, by Matt Keevil. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

Since we are nature as well, connection is key. And if people have less engagement with nature, then it can only be good to share as much as you can, whenever you can. The best thing about nature is that it doesn’t need to be created or cajoled into awesomeness. When you take someone out for a walk in the woods you only need to bring passion, wonder and knowledge—the rest is already out there.