Our 2020 Lake Tahoe Trip
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A tree is a little bit of the future.
Trees dominate the world’s oldest living organisms. Since the dawn of our species, they have been our silent companions, permeating our most enduring tales and never ceasing to inspire fantastical cosmogonies. Hermann Hesse called them “the most penetrating of preachers.” A forgotten seventeenth-century English gardener wrote of how they “speak to the mind, and tell us many things, and teach us many good lessons.-The Scret Lives Of Trees
There are no trees on Fair Isle |
FADE IN: Beneath the canopy of
trees, with roots in the earth and arms stretching toward the sky, I come back to that place I have never been before - and this imense wonder comes over us as if the trees are there to seek and to know the greater mysteries. I find this comforting, but on Fair Isle, and Shetland in general, there are no trees to speak of. So why do we still manage to have an imense sense of wonder. I wrote of the elegant moss that adorns the land-
The slient companions are the mountains here on Fair Isle, replacing what Hesse calls our most penetraing preechers-- but then I remeber Norway ,Pulpet Rock and all those majestic fjords of Geirange and Stavenger. This place is like Norway, sans trees.
Back to trees:
I always found these great constellations of Cathedral and Ponderosa Pines, at Lake Tahoe for instance, to be immense objects of wonder. Alaska, and British Columbia, with ribbons of Christmas trees. are also impressive testimonials to the secret life of wood- a kind of Christianity of birth, death rebirth regeneration and resurection on full display on the Alaska Wildlife highway as well
The lungs of the earth-trees give
off a hint of gladness, and the way they
stand guard over the night, tall in all kinds of weather ===trees remaina lushish metaphor for carrying on, and the perfect role model and solace for the occasional existential dilemma of being human. They even gave each other space-- slim contour of room around each other.
They seem to get along well with each other as valued members of the çommunity'.
I, the land
Now on Fair Isle, because of salt
water, and clearings for sheep, there are no such trees on Fair Isle. The Life
of wood, and how it shows growth death and rebirth, is just a soveneir. There is another kind of ecosystem here, and it works, a solitude but not lonlieness, and a general unwinding of the worlds we have known.
The only thing to stand guard
between the solitude of me is two defient rocky mountains in the
distance, as I look out of our kitchen window. Yet these rocks rock! Love it here. In all its stark spledor. I have had this saying: I haven't been everywhere, but it is on my list. Well, Fair Isle is North Of Everywhere.
Lake Tahoe |
”Trees dominate the world’s the oldest living organisms. Since the dawn of our species, they have been oursilent companions, permeating our most enduring tales and never ceasing to inspire fantastical cosmogonies. Hermann Hesse called them “the most penetrating of preachers.” A forgotten seventeenth-century English gardener wrote of how they “speak to the mind, and tell us many things, and teach us many good lessons.”"The Scret Lives Of Trees
There are no trees on Fair Isle |
FADE IN: Beneath the canopy of
trees, with roots in the earth and its arms stretching toward the sky as if
to seek and to know the great mystery. I find this comforting, but on Fair Isle, and SHetland in general, there are no trees to speak of.
I always found these great constellations of Cathedral and Ponderosa Pines, at Lake Tahoe for
instance, to be immense objects of wonder. Alaska, and British Columbia, with ribbons of Christmas trees.. on the
Alaska Wildlife highway as well is stunning!
The lungs of the earth-trees give
off a hint of gladness, and the way they
stand guard over the night, tall in all kinds of weather ===trees remaina lushish metaphor for carrying on, and the perfect role model and solace for the occasional existential dilemma of being human. They even gave each other space-- slim contour of room around each other.
They seem to get along well with each other as valued members of the çommunity'.
I, the land
Now on Fair Isle, because of salt
water, and clearings for sheep, there are no such trees on Fair Isle. The Life
of wood, and how it shows growth death and rebirth, is just a soveneir. There is another kind of ecosystem here, and it works, a solitude but not lonlieness, and a general unwinding of the worlds we have known.
The only thing to stand guard
between the solitude of me is two defient rocky mountains in the
distance, as I look out of our kitchen window. Yet these rocks rock! Love it here. In all its stark spledor. I have had this saying: I haven't been everywhere, but it is on my list. Well, Fair Isle is North Of Everywhere.