A Reverence of Crows, A Tree’s Last Stand
I’m with photographer Nancy Floyd in downtown Bend on Congress Street, a sleepy, tree-lined street with stately…
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Ponderosa Speaks to Woodpecker
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
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birds | forests | kingfisher | Nature | trees
Two Pines: Two Ways of Gratitude
All things counter, original, spare, strange;Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle,…
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conservation | forests | Nature | trees
The Key to a Long Life
Grow slowly. Heed the wisdom of long-lived trees. Heed the scientists who study the ancient trees and…
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