REDWOODS (Walker Road)
I never tire of the Redwoods been going there every month for about five years now…sometimes twice a month! Like all landscape forest or field it is constantly changing and never the same twice. This hike is from a bit ago but since I came back from Montana. I was exhausted but needed the exercise. My favorite breakfast place(Continental Bakery) in Crescent City was closed that morning so I grabbed a large coffee from a gas station and headed for the nearest trail. It was very early….not a soul around I found a bench and just sat and cried….stress from before and after vacation trying to get work done then get caught up again. I’m like a toddler when I don’t get my required sleep I get grouchy and have meltdowns!! At 45!! You can ask any member of my family!! Throw in pre-menopause and its a damn good thing I live alone!
It was a good morning and after the release of tears I had a lovely walk even with the lack of sunshine. Its harder to take good photos when the sun is hiding.
Of course I was delighted when I ran into one of my slug friends!
While it was over a hundred in Medford the fog had rolled in the night before and was now clinging to the trees….I took my sweet time in the Redwoods enjoying the cool.
FERTILITY OFFERING??
I did a double take when I saw this on the trail on my way down…MY THAT LOOKS LIKE A PENIS….
It was….couldn’t believe I missed it on the way up the trail!…
No…I didn’t take it home!
LITTLE BALD HILLS TRAIL 4
Need to finish putting up these photos of my Redwood hike BEFORE I left.
This is the horse camp
LITTLE BALD HILLS TRAIL 2
Oops I forgot to put this post up….I started these before I left and didn’t have time to queue them up before I left.
Cougar scat? All hair…To think that is all that is left of the squirrel or bunny that was eaten. Never mind my own fondness of jerky…
Charcoal in a burned trunk from a lightening strike…a common site in the Redwoods since the trees are so old and have weathered many a storm.
still heading up hill…I was actually in much better shape than I thought I was. I really didn’t need a rest on the way up sometimes I use taking pictures as an excuse to rest! But not this day…although I did stop quite a bit….most was just for the five second shot…
This is the canopy above…
and this is what it looks like with my zoom!
Pretty sure that this is a cougar track since I didn’t see any other scat on the trail…of course I forgot my tape measure…
Still braved the trail…more to come..
LITTLE BALD HILLS TRAIL3
These are photos from before my trip to Montana. My hike in the Redwoods. I meant to have these all ready to post before I left but didn’t have time. So my blog was neglected for a week +….
Here they are..
I came across this clearing that turned out to be a little seasonal pond…
this hole scared me….went to get a closer look….
then I noticed these tracks that could have only been made by Gumby and Pokey
ok not the best photos but you should have seen the tracks in person….and as for that hole I encountered this sign on my way around to see them….got the hell out of there….
the trail was all up hill until I reached the camp
still going up…
LITTLE BALD HILLS TRAIL
Guessing this is another consequence of spending most tax dollars on war , loaning out money at near zero % to companies who declare socialism is evil except when it applies to them…anyway the road to Stout Grove the “crown jewel” of the Redwoods was closed due to bad road conditions….
There was scant parking and people had a difficult time turning around on this little one lane dirt road. Since I have been visiting the Redwoods (last five years) each year I see how trails are let go..not fixed in a timely fashion or not fixed at all if it is not a popular trail.
I’m wasn’t headed for Stout Grove but this trail I have never been on.
Little Bald Hills climbs up and up and transitions from Redwoods to Jeffrey Pines. A guide says there are 22 native grasses, more than 100 flowering species, 5 manzanitas. This is the only trail in the Redwoods that allows bikes and horses.
You can be sure that by the time I turned around a bit after the wilderness camp I wished I had a horse to ride back down!!
truly I never get tired of hiking in the Redwoods….and depending on the time of day where the sun is shining its a different experience and different opportunities to take photographs.
Along most trails in the Redwoods are these wood benches with dedication plaques for those people who helped save the Redwoods. It was quite an effort as you can imagine most of the Redwoods were already cut down by logging. I can’t imagine the disconnect of putting a chainsaw to one of these beautiful, majestic trees….Like cutting off one of GOD’S fingers…and never a thought about it.
more to come….
RIVER TRAIL TO STOUT GROVE IN THE REDWOODS
Like all trails in the Redwoods this one has much beauty…
this is Stout Grove…
my brother’s girlfriend told me about this little wonderment….from the front it is supposed to look like NIXON but personally I think it looks like the Dr. Seuss character THE GRINCH….
and from the side a flaccid penis…
LUMBERING WATER BUFFALO MEANDERS ALONG THE SMITH RIVER
Finally have a chance to post the rest of the photos from
I actually ran slow jogged a good bit of it stopping to take photos of course….I started at Hwy 199 and the turn off to go to Stout Grove in the Redwoods. It is 3 miles to get to Stout Grove so I did a little over 6 miles. I have had an upper respiratory infection so I haven’t done too much been resting a lot. But it was such a beautiful day I could not pass the chance to stay outdoors.
This is looking back at a bridge over the Smith River
and of course I had to meander on the trail to where you can see where the rivers fork
oh and this is my new apparatus to take running….a bit cumbersome but it holds my camera, water, bear spray, cell phone, kleenex, sometimes a snack…if I was a fast runner it might annoy me more but I’m a slow lumbering jogger who stops at any photo op…or just when I get tired….which is often….my new Nike’s too!
lots of pretty Irises…I
I think this is called the South Fork….running into the Smith River
This is where the teenagers go to party…and swim…and God only knows how they get the graffiti spray painted on the side of the bridge….scares the heck out of me!
the rail on the bridge is where the scaredy-cats leave their graffiti….the rail is completely covered….
the view from the bridge..
and then there is this cute little covered bridge….I didn’t see a name…
This is prime real estate…the Smith River is on the other side of these houses and the Redwoods are now only about a mile away
houses on the other side of the river…
FINALLY STARTING MY CHRISTMAS CARDS!!!
This was a post from last year….my cards were quite late last year! It takes a long time to paint the envelopes I am hoping that even with my late start this year that I will get them out in time but the blog may suffer a bit…We’ll see…I have a whole bunch of projects going on at once….To further my panic I received my first Christmas card yesterday…one of my friends is going to the Amazon for a month so she sent her cards early! Wow I hope she takes lots of photos!!
From last year…
Every year I paint the envelopes of the cards I send out. Someone suggested I start signing and numbering them, but then I would have to make sure that they were perfect. I got lazy and used a Sharpie for the address because it was so much faster. I will never do that again. It takes away from the artwork. With my family emergency this year I am trying to beat myself up too much….but that is how my brain works. My Christmas cards are a sort of meditation or prayer to God. I abandoned any formal religious themes this year because religion is the cause of so much pain and hurt on this planet.
PHOTO I TOOK IN THE REDWOODS
THE ENVELOPE
As simple as they may look it takes several layers of paint to get good coverage. I’m getting to where I need to start them in October to make sure they get to people by December 25th! I thank my Uncle Vic for writing that he doesn’t care how late they are they are worth waiting for! I have a distant relative that is pissed off at me because she didn’t get her card from me before Christmas!
Everyone should go on a hike every week instead of going to church. Unplug your televisions! See what you are missing in your state I guarantee that just about every city has trails you can hike within 60 miles. We get lazy and ignore our surroundings….we ignore the things that are important and instead go to the mall or a movie….TV…
Here is a picture of me teaching my nephew Frankie how to be a tree hugger!
FRANKIE AND ME HUGGING A GIANT REDWOOD
BOYCOTT DISNEYLAND AND BUY A NATIONAL PARK PASS FOR $80.00 AND THEY ARE GOOD FOR A WHOLE YEAR!!!!
FRANKIE AND HIS MOTHER JUANITA IN THE REDWOODS
OUR NATIONAL PARKS HAVE HAD THEIR BUDGETS CUT AND MANY OF THE TRAILS ARE IN BAD REPAIR…..ONLY THE MOST POPULAR TRAILS ARE KEPT UP.
GUS AND HIS MOTHER JUANITA THE YEAR BEFORE
IT PISSES ME OFF WHEN PEOPLE LEAVE TRASH ON THE TRAILS. I ALMOST ALWAYS CARRY A TRASH BAG IN MY BACKPACK. I ALWAYS FIND THE TOPS OF GATORADE OR POWERBAR WRAPPERS ON THE TRAIL. OCCASSIONALY I FIND A PILE OF BEER CANS.
SHAME ON YOU!!!
GUS AND HIS MOTHER IN THE TRUNK OF A FALLEN TREE
THE BOYS LOVE THE REDWOODS
FRANKIE A YEAR LATER IN THE SAME TRUNK
THE TREES DON’T GROW THIS BIG IN VIRGINIA
FRANKIE ON A LOG
IT BOGGLES MY MIND THAT LOGGERS COULD TAKE A CHAINSAW TO THESE INCREDIBLE TREES.
FRANKIE IN A HOLE BURNED OUT BY A LIGHTNING STRIKE
OREGON CUT DOWN ALMOST ALL OF THEIR REDWOODS THERE IS A ROAD THAT HAS A LITTLE SIGN THAT SAYS OREGON REDWOODS BUT YOU GET THE FEELING IT AIN’T LIKE THE CALIFORNIA REDWOODS. I WILL HAVE TO GET UP THERE THIS SPRING THERE ARE SO MANY PLACES I WANT TO GO.
GUS PRETENDING HE IS DEAD IN THE REDWOODS.
ALL OF THESE PHOTOS ARE FROM STOUT GROVE EXCEPT FOR MY CHRISTMAS CARD WHICH WAS TAKEN A BIT OFF OF MILL CREEK TRAIL.
REDWOODS BEYOND KLAMATH
Every time I go to the California coast I hike a different trail in the Redwoods or along the Smith River. Some trails I have been on many times others only once. I love exploring! Mind you I am not one of those ultra hikers who back pack into the wilderness areas for a few weeks. I would die. I first started hiking about 3 years ago when I moved to Oregon. Took awhile to build up the hiking muscles. Right now I am in terrrible shape. Family emergencies, bad weather, life….has me terrribly out of shape. Or so I thought..I have gained a lot of weight….but yesterday I was in the Redwoods on a trail that went up and up and up. On the way I passed some young men looking to be of college age and looking rather fit who I left in the dust. Got my heart rate up!! But it was a great hike I did not make my destination as I started out too late. I thought I might be feeling it this morning but only a little bit which is good news because it has been by for the most strenuous hike I have been on in awhile.
My day started in Crescent City.
REAL SAILING SHIP
I woke up and was in the hotel lobby where there was a stack of local newspapers. There was a picture of this ship on the front page. It was very windy and this ship took refuge in the Crescent City harbor. And they were giving free tours. So I headed there! But for some reason in addition to being frightened of heights I am afraid to be on the water. I took this picture with my digital but I have more on film. I went on the dock and took a few pictures but I started crying and was too embarrassed to go on the ship because I would have had a panic attack in front of everyone. I can work through panic attacks but I don’t like to do it in front of strangers. I have been on that dock before and it scares the hell out of me. It doesn’t help that there is a sign saying that you are on it at your own risk because some of it was damaged in the mini tsunami two? three? years ago….I was staying right across the harbor when that happened. It just damaged the harbor none of the buildings.
The people on the ship must have felt like celebrities as I had heard one of the other boat owners joking with them that they needed to get their work done before the crowds showed up. Already there were about 10 or 15 people to see the boat and as I was leaving cars were filling the harbor to see the ship. It was awesome!!! People turning out like that and not for a “celebrity”!
THIS IS NOT CRESCENT BEACH....I FORGOT THE NAME IT IS FURTHER SOUTH
LOOKING THE OTHER DIRECTION
POOR STUFFED BEAR
It was very dark inside of the State park headquarters so the photos were blurry as the shutter was left open longer.
THIS IS A COOL THING ABOUT NATIVE AMERICAN EARTH RENEWAL DANCES. WE ALL NEED TO START DANCING!!!!
ELK MEADOW
They actually have benches so you can sit and watch the elk grazing.
REDWOOD INFO
There is a book about this that I want to read….but…..I want to read everything and have shelves of books awaiting my attention!!!!
There are a whole bunch of trails around here and I can’t wait to go camping there next month!!!! I love the Redwoods! And never tire of them.
I WANTED TO GO TO FERN CANYON
ONE OF MANY BRIDGES
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I LOVE SLUGS!!!!!
This slug is now my desktop background photo. I change them all the time. He looks even better big enough to fill the screen. I don’t know if WordPress reduces the pixels but you can copy this onto your computer and use him for your background! Of course most people I know don’t like slugs….
ISN'T HE CUTE????
I LOVE HOW THE PATH IS CUT THROUGH FALLEN TREES
PRETTY SURE THAT IS FROM A COUGAR OR BOBCAT IT HAD A BIT OF FUR IN IT
MINIATURE MARSH
FERNS GROW EVERY WHERE FALLEN STUMPS AND TREES
THE TRILLIUMS ARE OUT IN FORCE!!
I took a lot of trillium pictures with my film camera. I had my other film camera but it fucked up a roll of film and I was not happy.
BABY SKUNK CABBAGE AND LITTLE MOSSES
LOTS OF FERNS
YOU JUST HAVE TO DUCK A LITTLE
THESE ARE THE ROOTS OF A FALLEN TREE
WONDER IF THIS WAS THE HALFWAY POINT
MORE FERNS
MORE FERNS...
TRAIL BETWEEN TWO TREES
THIS PICTURE DIDN'T TURN OUT TOO GOOD BUT ITS INTERESTING ANYWAY
THE TRAIL
LOTS OF TRAIL!!
CLOSER TO THE HEADQUARTERS
NEW BORN LEAVES
THIS WAS SO PRETTY
FRIENDSHIP GROVE MARKER
I really need to go back there. Its funny but when I am in the Redwoods and that area I am elated and when I leave I am often overcome by rage. About nothing. I’m not an agressive driver and mostly pull over when ever someone is on my tail because I like to enjoy the scenery very rarely do I speed…but I want to curse everyone when I am driving back….happens all the time. I observe it as if in the third person-with curiosity. I have to wonder if my soul is bitterly disappointed that I don’t choose to stay. If I could find a job there I would stay. The economy is bad there. Maybe I could get a job at Pelican State Prison!! Pelican Bay is right outside of Crescent City but I don’t think that they have had any problems outside of the prison. I believe no one has ever escaped.
I GOT MY NEW TRACKING BOOK!!!
When I first got into hiking and photography in Oregon I was hanging out at this book store and I did a double take when I saw the name Rezendes because that is Portuguese and it is my mother’s maiden name. It was called THE WILD WITHIN it was a book not so much about tracking as it was about how to look at the forest…how to be present in the forest. His sort of autobiography and how he came to love the outdoors. I purchased it because I thought he was a distant relative. But he’s not.
I can’t scan the book because I loaned it out. But Paul Rezendes used to be the head of a biker gang called the Devils Deciples and they were based in Fall River, Massachusetts. Fall River is where most of my Portuguese relatives live. Anyway, he got a clue after getting arrested, studied Krishnamurti and started an Ashram. He turned to the woods and started a tracking school and became a photographer here is his website PAUL REZENDES PHOTOGRAPHY
Here is the book I got
He has updated the cover but being the destitute person I am I opted for the used copy on Amazon. And I think he has one of those $20,000 camera’s while I just bought a Canon Rebel film camera for $100. That’s Catholicism talking I feel guilty about everything….buying used books!!!!! I wish he would write a book about how to get rid of guilt!!!
I told the story about the bear shit on Whisky Creek trail….
but I was in the Redwoods hiking by myself of the Boy Scout trail when I ran into this couple and the man was shocked to see me hiking alone and said as much. I replied I’m not scared to be in the woods alone. He said did you see the cougar tracks back there it wouldn’t matter if you were a man…you are food! So on the way back I finally noticed the cougar tracks but didn’t see a cougar.
THIS IS THE BOY SCOUT TREE WITH MY BACK PACK FOR SIZE REFERENCE.
THE SIGN NAILED TO THE BOYSCOUT TREE
I still wasn’t convinced but then I would read about cougar and bear attacks in the woods. Each story instilled a bit more fear. One day I was on Mill Creek in the Redwoods and stopped on Mill Creek to eat my lunch. It is so beautiful….then I saw this
CLAW MARKS BY MILL CREEK
They were big! But according to Paul Rezendes I need to start carrying a tape measure. To the right of the big claw marks it looks like smaller tracks. But I couldn’t find any more tracks leading to the claw marks but they were right next to the water.
The shadow in the picture is the log I sat on to eat lunch.
MY FEET WHILE EATING LUNCH ON THE LOG
and a view of the creek
MILL CREEK
MILL CREEK
I can’t wait to start tracking bears and cougars….they won’t have to exert them selves tracking ME down. I’ll track them so they will have an easy meal!!!
Later I gotta go write my will.
SOMEWHERE IN THE REDWOODS
I had some film that was hiding from me and I finally found it…I’m not sure exactly where this is but has to be somewhere near Elk Prairie past Klamath since it had the golden bears on it.
I love the little squirrel and don’t even remember taking the photo!!
ANNA MAE AQUASH 57/ JANCITA EAGLE DEER/ANATOMY OF A THREAT
All excerpts are in italics and from THE UNQUIET GRAVE by Steve Hendricks.
I have been avoiding these posts because of this chapter on Bill Janklow and Jancita Eagle Deer. It’s like I want to crawl out of my skin….turn myself inside out rip my heart out. It drives me crazy.. I wish I could copy and paste this part of the story because I want it to be over…but I have to read and type because I can’t find a good version of what happened.
I wrote the above early yesterday morning and had to quit…the story of Jancita Eagle Deer is so sad and filled with despair…one of the many reasons that Joseph Trimbach and his FBI colleagues should be in jail along with some goons, Bill Janklow, probably half of the United States government…Monica probably thinks it should be more! (finally I made myself laugh this morning)
There seems to be little support or concern for Indian women…the men of AIM beat their chests and congratulate themselves….they seem to be more concerned with a power struggle and prestige…titles. Things the white government has taught. It is the same for all women…we have lost much of the ground during the eight years of the Bush administration…but in America today it seems that Indian women are so strong and the most abused and looked down upon.
I think the two stories have been merging on me as of late…injustice for women continues. You can read more about Anatomy of a Threat on THE ABUSE PAPERS
Strong women
Here is a picture of Jancita Eagle Deer and a link to her story here and here and here.
Other strong and beautiful women I have encountered surrounding this and the issue of abuse are
Monica Charles who got me involved in this
Martha Alvarez a young woman who speaks with such conviction against her abuser…she has inspired bloggers to confront the issue.
Anna Mae Aquash who through her spirit is working tirelessly as ever.(There are no sites that I know of that are non-biased about Anna Mae Aquash…they all seem to have an agenda. Everyone has an opinion and everyone thinks that they are right. While I am reading The Unquiet Grave, I have formed no opinion on who did it. I do have a strong opinion that the FBI was grossly negligent and incompetent in their duties to American citizens.
Shusli of Spring Thunder blog who was one of the original supporters of Martha Alvarez’s right to speak against her abuser.
Mary Ann Little Bear a little girl who had her eye shot out and the FBI and BIA police couldn’t be bothered to investigate. I truly hope she is doing well now.
Ellen Moves Camp...who had the courage to ask “Where are all our men?”
I have encountered some good men, the most graceful and humble Jumpybird on alt.native he probably does not know that his example does have a profound effect on some.Then there is brave Eugene Johnson from Pudgy Indian 2….Having a hard time coming up with more will add them later if I can think of any.
Peace to all..
and my prayers to Runningwolf in this difficult time she is experiencing.
Much love to Ordinary Sparrow who is a constant reminder that there is another way.
AMEN!
REDWOODS/ AH PAH TRAIL II
IN THE FOREST
LOOKING UP
LOOKING UP II
A LONE LITTLE BERRY IN THE REDWOODS (I just wish I had gotten the focus right!)
TRAIL THROUGH FERNS
FOG ROLLING IN
FOR SHUSLI
Yes I have noticed how small the trillium are compared to the Redwoods
TRILLIUM WHILE LOOKING SMALL IN THE REDWOODS ARE STILL AS MIGHTY
REDWOODS/AH-PAH TRAIL
PRETTY YELLOW FLOWERS
THE TRAIL
UNDERGROWTH
FERNS
THE TRAIL CONTINUES
THROUGH FALLEN TREES
ISN'T THAT AWESOME!
FERNS II
RHODODENDRON BLOOMING
I left in time the tourists were taking over by the time I got back to my car!
JUST IN CASE YOUR NOT TIRED OF REDWOOD PHOTOS!!!
But to begin a reminder via Ordinary Sparrow….(how is it that everything she writes is a message to me???)
HONOR by Joy Harjo
Honor everyone who crosses your path. Everyone includes time as a person or persons. It includes sky, earth, air, water and other elemental beings. It includes your body. Think kindly; think light. Even each email, text, each word is a transmission. Each transaction brings either light or confusion. Paying attention is honoring. I will never forget the roly-poly bug making his way across the bathroom of my hotel room in Kolkata. It was only when I went into my light body, in which we were equal, that I saw the light around him, and the light trail his path made across the bathroom floor.
I have been struggling with this issue for the last twenty hours and when I read this my emotional chaos melted away….
These are from my last trip to the Redwoods I finally got the film back from Costco and they must have done something cause they turned out pretty good…for me.
I LOVE THESE WOODEN BRIDGES
I ALSO LOVE THE DESIGNS ON THE BARK
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BEEN MEANING TO BUY A FILTER FOR MY CAMERA...THOSE ARE NOT ORBS
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WASN'T SURE IF IT WAS GOING TO GRAB ME WHEN I WALKED BY
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CUTEST LITTLE SKUNK CABBAGE
YOU WOULD THINK THIS WOULD LEAD TO ENLIGHTENMENT!!!
YES I TAKE PHOTOS OF TREE BARK!! I WANT TO REMEMBER IT
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FROM INSIDE A BURNED OUT TREE KIND OF LIKE THE VIEW OF MY SOUL LOOKING AT ORDINARY SPARROWS BLOG!!!
I AM IN LOVE WITH LIGHT HITTING THE GREEN LEAVES
TRILLIUM RULE KIND OF LIKE SPRINKLES ON ICE CREAM
WHY CAN'T I BE LIKE THAT FLOWER AND JUST "BE" NOT A "STILL" CELL IN MY BODY
ALBINO REDWOOD
Just in case you haven’t noticed….I LOVE THE REDWOODS!
I haven’t seen one of these albino redwood trees but next time I go down there I will find them. This is just a post card I bought.
POSTCARD
And here is a video:
Every redwood is special.
GARDENS IN THE DUNES II
I am still reading GARDENS IN THE DUNES as I have a habit of falling asleep while I am reading.
On my last post about this book I was relaying a conversation I had with my brother about the difference between white and Indian writers as it pertained to the land. I couldn’t find a way to explain what it meant to me personally. But since I like to torture myself….I have been contemplating it since.
I don’t think that ALL Indian writers portray what I’m talking about I love Sherman Alexie but I think that has to do with his sense of humor….and the subject matter is so close to experiences of my own (except for the being an Indian part!!!). His imagery in SUMMER OF THE BLACK WIDOWS was incredible…but I don’t sense that he has the feel about land the way Momaday or Silko has.
Someone on Alt.native made a comment if I am remembering correctly about growing up outside and choosing to stay in a tent for a summer. I was stunned that anything I had to say would cause a discussion around someone elses dinner table.
I thought about that too…but I grew up on a goat farm my parents owned 40 acres of mostly timber. There were all sorts of wild flowers, Iris, Tigerlilly, Queen Anne’s lace, Trillium….Oregon has so many wild flowers fields of daisies covered with “spit bugs”. We weren’t supposed to put the Fox Glove in our mouths but I always would…just to get the sweet nectar. We picked berries and nuts. I knew how to make a Black Berry Roly Poly by the time I was in 4th grade.
We lived outdoors for the most part and my Dad would set up this giant family size canvas tent for the summers and we would often stay out there.
But it wasn’t until about 10 years ago when I was driving through the Utah desert that I woke up….When I lived in Alaska I worked at a lodge near Mt. McKinley and I thought it was beautiful but….it didn’t move me of course I was pretty fucked up at the time….but that’s another story.
Now nature staggers me….the sight of a tree can bring me to tears. I finally had an epiphany while going through pictures on my computer. I have been sick and today I stayed home and did stuff that needs to be done like deleting pictures and trying to figure out why my computer is getting slow and freezing up….I need more memory.
Waterfall near Mt. Shasta
Nature staggers me and I think that the difference is that I now understand that it is alive….not so much a convenience. I understand the concept about everything being connected on an intellectual level it is common sense.
OREGON COAST
OREGON COAST
I don’t know if I feel that interconnectedness. For me it is almost as if they are made of the same stuff as humans. Nature is no longer an indentured servant that bends to my will. It is my equal. Maybe even above me as it seems to have such a healing psychological effect on me.
Mt. SHASTA
A BEAUTIFUL MONUMENT
The mountains and trees now all have different personalities but I’m not sure that is quite the word I am looking for.
THE FOREST FLOOR IN THE REDWOODS
FERNS IN THE REDWOODS
I had a thought that when I saw this place that we should force President Bush, Dick Cheney, and Donald Rumsfeld to stay here until they stopped wanting to torture people. You know stop the nagging and criticizing of them because it wasn’t working……they weren’t listening… but maybe the trees and all those ferns could help them.
ROCK FORMATIONS ON THE WAY TO KLAMATH FALLS
WATERFALL IN THE SIERRAS
I like looking up at things that are so much greater than me because I think that maybe I am growing tired of always pretending I am God…I’m not very good at it.
TRAIL IN FOREST AT FOWLER CAMPGROUND
BROWN MOUNTAIN TRAIL(i think)
STAIRWAY IN THE REDWOODS
God has given me many paths to go down. But I was scared and under the guise of pretending to be God ….that I could do a better job I ignored him. Not that I have any serious regrets but….
CLOUDS BETWEEN BURNS AND BEND OREGON (The negative got scratched)
my arrogance is like this endless sky. It has no limits!!!
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