Voices of the Brook

How has Doan Brook and its parklands influenced you? View the stories, poems, photos, artwork, video and other things contributed from our community. To add your own voice to our online brook, see the "Join Our Efforts" section.

Steelhead Trout in the Doan

Monday, May 16, 2016

What a catch! Local fisherman Gavin Nupp sent this note and picture of a steelhead trout he caught in the Brook: 

"There were several steelhead holding up in Doan Brook this March. After a cast of a wooly bugger, sneaking up from the big new retention wall, I had one on! It was a nice hen. Thank you Doan Brook Watershed Partners for providing clean water for the lake's anadromous fish to migrate into." 




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The Power of One

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Imagine: Deliberate, not so random-acts-of kindness…….for earth

One plastic bottle picked up from a roadside during a leisurely walk, and recycled

 

One set of plastic utensils brought into and out of a restaurant, and reused again, another time

One lawn cared for without toxins

One rainbarrel, capturing rain, to be released to plants and soil, not sewage drains

One invasive species removed from a yard, preventing its spread to parks, neighbors, and preserves

One native species introduced to a yard, providing valuable food and shelter for insects and birds

Imagine: The power of One, multiplied

—Kathy Smachlo

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Photograph by Brian Dennington

Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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A Photograph of Doan Brook by David Perelman Hall

Thursday, August 09, 2012
A Photograph of Doan Brook

In spring
I scout the brook too early
to photograph green,

my favorite camera
dangling hopefully
from my shoulder while April

continues fingering winter,
kneading stiff bare clay
for the rising of May,

so that this unleashed world
starts to dither my spirits
in grades of grey.

My presence in the gorge
surprises the water strider,
solitary and early too.

Tumbled runes incline between us,
marked with early moss
budding through last year's moss.

Hunkering overhead, I shift a
truculent shape among clouds,
disturbing the calm at the bank.

My apparition strides
the forest surface, sending
it fleeing on the wet mirror

into ripples, waves, cascades,
shuffling short of slipping away
underneath the flood. Once

motionless among trees,
I taper from memory
until worry-less and free

it skits relieved to placid pool,
a many-legged partner
dancing on swirls of mercury.

We react like marionettes
suspended from strings
snagged between our worlds,

dangling as the shallows spill
through the tall, empty
legs of tree shadow,

passing our entangled stage,
the safety net
of rooted windings,

wet stones, drizzled leaves,
infant fronds furled
in the muck. Strands ripple

like line in the wind
over the bowl of Doan Brook,
fluttering down the path, wild leaves

tumble from their husk
in the cover of the sky.
Across this exaggerated terrain

the brook's water throws back
the mulatto lights of April,
and purls among trees

a boundless prelude that thrusts
its tremolo like a sword
right through thought, exposing

the sharp candor now
constantly tumbling
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The Origins of Doan Brook

Monday, March 26, 2012

My father first introduced me to the wild and rugged outdoors when I was very young. He would take me on long hikes through vast marshes, steep gorges, extensive forests, and across scenic vistas…or at least that is what I thought at the time. I grew up in an inner ring suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. In fact, the Cleveland city line was only a few blocks from where I lived. As with any urban living scene, the rush of traffic was virtually continuous, with trains, sirens, and honking along the busy corridors of city life. Nevertheless, within a walking distance from my house was a local nature center with hiking trails. Most importantly, this nature center was a part of a long chain of parks whose center piece was the Doan Brook Read more...

cicada song

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

as the evening wanes and night looms ever darker
across the striated steel of cleveland's skyline,  Read more...

Little Ladies in Tennis Shoes

Monday, February 06, 2012

History of the 1965 community efforts to fight the construction of a proposed freeway through Cleveland's eastern parklands and the subsequent creation of the Nature Center at Shaker Lakes.  Click to watch the videoRead more...