Love Letter to the Forest

Photo by Lucas Coker

Offering a love letter to the lungs of this planet — because 2020 fatigue is real and it’s been hard to catch a breath.

“The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; 🦉and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.

It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted.

Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.”

Photo by @lukas_coker_ a couple years back, hiking around, catching rainbows. Quote by Phillip Pullman, page 1 of The Amber Spyglass, book 3 in the fantastic #hisdarkmaterials series.

Land Acknowledgement: The photo was taken in the traditional and unceded territory of the Uypi Tribe of the Awaswas Nation. Today these lands are represented by the Amah Mutsun Tribal Band.