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Sharing My Fascination with Math and Nature
Fibonacci Spiral poem
Numbers and logic satisfy me in a way that is difficult to describe. I enjoy order, although that would surprise the people I live with.
I’m messy as hell. My office is filled with piles of paper and canvas and I collect strange bits of metal and sculpture. I am an ephemera addict and can’t pass a thrift store without going in.
One of my dreams is to learn to weld and built large sculptures of dragons and giant lizards to put in my garden. Oh yes, my garden is studded with collected bits of rusting metal. There’s a lion in a tree, a long chain with a pointed arrow at one end is dangling from our front deck and the shed in the back is studded with discarded horseshoes — with the open end up so the luck doesn’t run out, of course.
On the surface, nature is also a messy place. To our eye, the deep forest is a chaos of fallen trees, layered with moss and leaves and delicious rot.
When we acquire a bit of land we tend to tidy it up, arranging plants in rows and pulling out weeds that we’ve decided don’t belong.
Deep beneath all the messy layers is a secret logic reflected in nature over and over again.
When I came across the Fibonacci sequence of numbers, it made complete sense. There is…
