Redwood Rain Forest, California

The Temperate Rain Forests of Northern California are all but gone. What remains is a distant echo of a majesty that once stretched from Alaska to the Santa Cruz and beyond. Yes, I have no doubt benefited from the loss of the trees. If only the logging industry had proceeded with some reverence for the magnificent forests.

 There are a few remnants of the great forests protected as sponsored groves. In almost every case traffic can be heard if not seen. The print you see was made less than 300 yards from the main highway. 

 There in the forest, the exquisite woven tapestry of life can still be felt. A place where the actions of natural balance manifests and persists. Even as I experience a deep regret for the destruction of the forests, I realize balance bides its time. Balance outlasts all.

 The light is always magnificent, in rain, mists, fog or clear sun. The scene evolves and changes throughout the day. I searched for a representative island of the great forest that was. The grace and miracle of the forest still survives, if barely. There are majestic redwoods over 2000 years old, and their quiet wisdom can be read for any that care to look. Yogi Berra said it perfectly “You can observe a lot by watching…”