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Mt. Lemmon Forest Colors — Image by kenne
WILD NATURE is not a crop but a cathedral, and a single old-growth forest is a databank containing more info than any legions of supercomputers could hold. Forests belong in a Department of Climate Defense, a Department of Homeland or of Global Security, a physical and spiritual Department of the Interior. So why is the U.S. Forest Service housed within the Department of Agriculture? It’s a relic of an earlier era of convenient ignorance, when we were told that animals do not feel pain, and that forests were just crops of fiber that could be farmed like corn. How did DOGE’s whiz kids overlook this fiscal and silvicultural mismanagement?
Forests absorb about a third of the world’s annual carbon emissions globally — but older trees absorb far and away the most. Our old and mature forests are an enormous asset in this planet’s climate portfolio. And yet the Forest Service is still working to clear-cut old growth. In the West, 75% of the agency’s current proposed timber sales are at least a mile or farther from the “wildland-urban interface” — the small towns and villages in harm’s way from the dragon breath of global warming. — Source: High Country News in collaboration with the Food & Environment Reporting Network
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Mountain rains bring on an abundance of mushrooms in the forest. — Images by kenne
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“What Path WIll You Take? I Wander.” Image by kenne
What path will you take?
I wander.
What path did you take?
I wonder?
Was it over yonder?
Maybe,
Just maybe
It was over there.
Who knows?
You wander —
Here,
There,
Everywhere.
kenne
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“Woody” — Image by kenne
Once standing up tall
deep in the maintain forest
woody in decay.
kenne
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Little Bird — Image by kenne
Little bird singing
Jumps quickly among the twigs
Capture your moment.
kenne
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“The Southwest Is Burning” — Image by kenne
The Southwest Is Burning
Natures Beauty Lost In Time
Dry Eyes Become Glassy.
— kenne
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This area on Mt. Lemmon in the Santa Catalina Mountains received forest damage from the 2003 Alpine wildfire. The natural process for rebuilding the forest is being claim by more aggressive growth plant, which offer a nurturing base for the future forest.
I share the following poem from the blog, “Lyric’s Place” with this image. Readers are encouraged to visit this quality poetry site and share it with their friends. — http://lyricsplace.wordpress.com/ Poets around the globe are using Internet blogging to share their poetry with much success and site views are on the increase because of networking.
vestiges
staring at a grassy knoll
speckled with young trees,
i sit.
sun beating down upon me
as birds shriek, cry, sing, swoop.
squirrels scurry through the
wild grass,
carefully pulling strands apart
in search of food.
my eyes see this.
my mind processes this.
but my heart.
oh my heart.
my heart struggles
like the cardinals forever
fighting at the bottom of this
grassy knoll.
an owl calls from the next cluster of trees.
the “hoo hoo”
only brings tears to my eyes
and a weight to my chest
as i think only to answer with
“you you.”
fresh air surrounds me
yet i cannot partake.
unable to smile,
unable to move,
so i sit.
in the midst of paradise,
aching for one more word
one more echo of your voice,
vestiges i know
i must let go
but things with which my
shattered heart
has sewn itself shut.
you found the hidden passages
of my heart,
hidden passages long ago
abandoned.
lit them with your torch,
now they still shine brightly.
the entrance crumbled
without warning,
but the heat emanating
from within
rivals that of the sun.
it burns within my chest.
tears will not extinguish the
flames burning inside.
neither does inducing an anaerobic state.
with a burning chest,
a lost mind,
and a body yearning
for your touch,
i sit,
in the midst of paradise,
alone.
with vestiges of love
now trapped forever
behind a
landslide of molten rocks.
– – by lyricsplace
kenne
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“The Southwest Is Burning” — Image by kenne
The Southwest Is Burning
Natures Beauty Lost In Time
Dry Eyes Become Glassy.
— kenne
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