Above: true Pacific Northwest rainforest… abundant mosses draping every limb.
This post is a bit of reminiscing about past outdoor trips. And dreaming of new trips in the future.
The photo above was taken from a forest service road on Vancouver Island, BC. I have no idea where I was (I leave the details to the trip leader) exactly, but I remember it with great fondness.
I wanted to show how dwarfed we are by the forest giants. We humans are such small creatures…
Getting to the big trees is not for the faint of heart. Hard route, uphill mostly.
The forest floor also offers interesting contrasts.
How tall are the Douglas firs (Pseudotsuga menziesii), you ask? Very tall. Look up, go ahead.
And in late spring, those fir trees are procreating. Have a look at Douglas fir female cones, in the spring…
While we are on reproduction, here is the Salal (Gaultheria shalllon) version, beautiful dainty blossoms…
“How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.” ― Mary Oliver,
Me again, I will finish with a photo of an orchid that is sweetly growing in my garden… and nobody has witnessed me talking to it…