Superior National Forest, Minnesota
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Trees, trees and more trees. all wooded areas dense or sparse
Yesterday we wrote about home but to many of us who have the wanderlust gene we also call streets, the open road, home. My heart longs for this home that’s tucked away deep in my soul. Most photographers shoot street photography full of people living their everyday lives. To me it is the street that calls me away from all that bustles. It calls me to the freedom of the open road, roads that only a few dare travel.
Caribou National Forest, Idaho
“I think people who don’t know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And I think they wonder how it could hold anyone’s interest for very long, being all so much the same.”
~ ~ Bill McKibben
If a man walk in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making earth bald before her time, he is esteemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. As if a town had no interest in its forests but to cut them down!
Henry David Thoreau
Straight Down
The straight lines of these stairs and bridge invite the hiker to come close to the flowing waters of Little Clifty Falls. Twenty years ago or so these stairs and the bridge weren’t there. Hikers crossed over by walking across the top of the waterfall. Oddly I never felt scared (of the height) and the rocks didn’t seem too slippery. The bridge does give it character but I still prefer to be close to the falls, to touch and experience it.
Clifty Falls State Park, Madison, Indiana
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to “glorify God and enjoy him forever”.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Treasured Creation”
and all of creation sing with me now
lift up your voice and lay your burden down
and all of creation sing with me now
fill up the heavens let his glory resound
“All of Creation” – by – MercyMe
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