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The spring rains give a nice lush look to the forest along the trail to PooPoo Point on Tiger Mountain in the Issaquah Alps.
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”
second year cub eating a tasty rotting chum salmon, in the forest along the Algard Creek, Bute Inlet.
:) so spontaneously we went shooting again today :) here's a breathtaking pic with gorgeous miss Blan
didn't do almost anything to it, it's natural... enjoy :D
Forest Coin Laundry in Southeast Washington DC, housed in a former Burger King building.
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Technical details: Cambo Wide with super-angulon 5,6 65mm lens on Fuji Velvia 50.
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"Alaska's boreal forest (sometimes called "taiga") is often portrayed as a monotonous blanket of spindly evergreens, covering the hills and valleys of the far north. In reality, it's a complex mosaic of forest types-from sunny aspen groves to spruce bogs-intermingled with meadows, marshes, lakes, and rivers, and supporting a diverse complement of animals.
What shapes this ecosystem? Cold weather (it's the coldest terrestrial ecosystem on Earth), long winters, permafrost, and forest fires all contribute to the tapestry of Alaska's boreal forest."
from: www.wc.adfg.state.ak.us/index.cfm?adfg=ecosystems.boreal
Tuesday August 5th 2008
Get on at Balerno, 5.44pm.
Next to a field of ripe corn or wheat, and over the roofs of quiet bungalows. The heating is on and warm air wafts from a vent in front. A faded sign in the window of what appears to be just a house reading WE ARE OPEN ON SUNDAYS, and underneath it a string of small bells. Valley down to the Water of Leith, almost the beginning. A willow hanging right over the road. The city opens up on lower ground. And then near Slateford, a lattice of overhead railway cables, and a teenage girl pushing a buggy wearing mismatched fluorescent leg-warmers, one pink and one yellow. A man and woman carrying a bouquet through a graveyard. Over the railway itself, two trains leaving simultaneously. Fast by stops with nobody waiting and onto Princes Street. A guy charity collecting and standing with his legs too wide apart. A man with a scarred face and a large rottweiler but friendly looking. Brake lights. A church on York Place, pause beside stained-glass windows, and from the outside see only the outlines, of a figure kneeling. Spanish girls sitting behind, humming tunelessly. Another girl across the aisle is saying into her phone "I've been nothing but mean and cruel and violent and evil". Past the concrete balustrades of Meadowbank, and a small corner garden in full bloom. The warmth increases. At a crossroads in a different garden a dirty white teddybear and a Fisherprice car pressed up against the fence. Crows pick over the white lines of a football pitch that has a single upright remaining of the goalposts. And then the powerstation chimneys over the water, their smoke merging with the clouds. Turn left from Musselburgh, in the direction of a hospital sign, and the streetlights are on, and fields again this time harvested. A young girl running across a patch of burnt grass. Speed up and up with nothing either side before returning to houses and into Tranent with bleached hair teenagers outside a chip shop. Council houses converging on a narrow road. Back to emptiness and unused fields with the sun trying to break through from the direction we came. A sudden flock of birds coming back on themselves in tight circles. Oak trees forming a canopy, a cottage with a blue front door and then a large grain silo standing dark.
The sky still light.
This ancient 665.13 acres of woodland forest was planted in order to provide firewood for the Killerton Estate.
In my mind I conjure up images from post holocaust documentary films of the death camps taken by the allied forces. Bodies piled up one on top of the other, as the bulldozers would shovel them into the massive graves. Trees symbolize life. Cut down gives me an ominous feeling that foreshadows an end of humanity.
These photographs were taken in Canada where the lumber industry is well regulated to maintain the forests. As the grown trees are cut down there are young ones planted to keep replenishing the tree population. Nevertheless the feeling of sadness and doom is ever present.