Wednesday, September 30, 2009

All sorts of local laws and regulations have been tried and found wanting, and the costly lessons of our own experience, as well as that of every civilized nation, show conclusively that the fate of the remnant of our forests is in the hands of the federal government, and that if the remnant is to be saved at all, it must be saved quickly.
Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed, -- chased and hunted down as long as fun or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides, branching horns, or magnificent bole backbones. Few that fell trees plant them; nor would planting avail much towards getting back anything like the noble primeval forests. During a man's life only saplings can be grown, in the place of the old trees -- tens of centuries old -- that have been destroyed.

-John Muir

changing loon


Friday, September 25, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Burren


look over the landscape
at what once was
where trees towered the soil covered rocks
birds called flying between the boughs of leaves
that was our time once
before the towering trees fell
and the rocks now revealed
slowly wash away
but I will always go back
and stand where we once stood
dreaming of trees
and loving you.
-Corby

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

sometimes some doors close
so that others can open
it is the way of goodbye
perhaps when I come around the corner
you will be there laughing
as my dear friend
I will believe in the best of the world

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Monday, September 07, 2009

rainbow peacock butterfly


Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?

From the Wizard of Oz

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Tuesday, September 01, 2009