Feasts For Fingertips

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Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.
—Diane Ackerman

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Natural Order

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Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood. —Henry Miller

Ponderosa Trees

I camped one evening in June in central Oregon, in the Ochoco Mountains east of Prineville, where I was surrounded by my favorite tree, the Ponderosa pine.

Darkness beat me to the campsite; the next morning, a crisp breeze was chasing clouds in an overcast sky when I rolled out of my sleeping bag. How long would the soft, even light last? I hurried to set up my tripod and camera, made sure I had shoes on, then wandered through the forest to visit with the trees.

It was a good morning for listening. As I moved the tripod from one tree to the next, each Ponderosa told a unique, individual story. I took notes with the camera for two hours, until the sun broke free of clouds and it was time to go.

I didn’t have time to hear their stories to the end, but I was entertained by the details they shared, and I’ll continue our conversations when I drive through those mountains again.

How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend. —Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

 

How To Make A Harp

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It was the shadow here that prompted me to think “harp,” although it’s actually a handle on a sliding wooden door (the distinct shadow comes courtesy of an overhead light), framed at an odd angle and processed as a contrasty black and white.