on the mountain
☆ September 2, 2010
getting firewood
scent of sunwarmed pine sap
light dark damp dry thick bright deep
in the forest live secrets and dreams
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September 2nd, 2010 @ 8:58 am
I can smell the pine…..smells so good.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 9:25 am
*Sigh
September 2nd, 2010 @ 9:36 am
I miss Wyoming. I loved my short trip to Dubois… and the Tetons are beckoning me back.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 9:39 am
I love being in the forest. Georgia has many pines and hardwoods. One of my favorite times of the year is fall. My husband and I are anxious to be able to go hunting again this year and enjoy the quiet and solitude of the forest. I am able to clearly think, dream, write, and relax when I am in the middle of the forest.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 9:42 am
As I sit here in my cubical office I can smell the pine and imagine walking through the forest, breathing in the fresh air and smell of pine.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 10:11 am
Beautiful, Shreve. The western forest certainly looks like something special. I’d give anything to be able to smell it for myself.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 11:14 am
My coworkers and I were just discussing the dream worlds we imagine to help us get the the cubicle filled days…then I came here..so wonderful!!
September 2nd, 2010 @ 11:41 am
Dear Shreve
I have been wanting to write to you for sometime now, but not sure where to start. Am composing an email to tell you about how I came to read your book “The Daily Coyote”, and how it touched me. Until I finish that, I wanted to let you know how very much I enjoy your pictures. I also need to warn you that I may have to come to Tensleep and have a few words with you in person, because your book made me fat! ?????? Well, let me explain…I always read in bed at night before I go to sleep. When I was reading “The Daily Coyote, I found myself going to bed an hour early just so I could devour more pages. I couldn’t wait to see what other antics Charlie and Eli had in store for you. I would do my ritual nesting and snuggle up to my dog Ginger. Late into the evening when I would find myself nodding off, I kept trying to stay awake, but ended up repeating the same sentence over and over and over. So… in order to stay awake, I would get up and go find a snack. Okay, good for another 15 minutes. Then, oops…same sentence over and over again. Easy solution – another snack. Another 15 minutes, another snack, etc. By the time I finished the book I had gained five pounds. Not exactly fat, but you get the picture. I have to say that it was worth every ounce!
September 2nd, 2010 @ 12:25 pm
The scent of pine, especially in warm weather, is one I always associate with summer camping trips to the Sierra Nevada. Even a brief whiff elsewhere will take me back to Yosemite, Tuolumne Meadows and the hot, high dome of blue over it all…
September 2nd, 2010 @ 5:27 pm
Do you remember as a child, how it felt to walk in the forest, the tall trees, the green, the smell, the life of the forest, the majesty of it all….One would always felt silent as if in a church.
And yes the light would get filtered trough the leaves, very magical. Here in the mohave, we have no forests. Joshua trees only.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 6:18 pm
Ah,Shreve, you’ve got to stop this. We went to the desert, YUCK, YUCK, YUCK, instead of our annual trip to Wyoming. I’m still feeling the effects of not touching down where I belong.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 6:24 pm
Ah… Reminds me of camping in the Northern California forest during my youth. I can just smell the pine needles, both the green ones and the dead ones.
September 2nd, 2010 @ 8:09 pm
Awesome pics…
Just read your book.
Youve now got an admirer in Ohio.
Keep up the good work.
Bill
September 2nd, 2010 @ 11:06 pm
geeeeeesh, can I smell that sap! and the photo format? well, reminds me of the ole-timey ones in our family albums…
Feels good around here.
September 3rd, 2010 @ 6:38 am
A photopoem! What contrasting landscapes seem to exist where you live! If I didn’t know better, I might have mistaken this for any number of areas in Northern Ontario where I like to go camping.
September 3rd, 2010 @ 8:54 am
I’ve spent the last year volunteering in the Angeles National Forest, in Southern CA, which was devastated by the biggest forest fire in CA history last year. We have been trying to make a dent in the 3.5 million saplings that we have to plant! One of the most disturbing things about being up in the burn area is that it is devoid of everything you described in this post. There is no shade, no sound of wind blowing through the trees, no crunch of pine needles, no bugs crawling around, no birds chirping, it only smells like ash. It is like being on the moon, literally, it is just ash- everywhere. I look forward to a time when the trees we are planting grow into a forest again! Thanks for giving me a reminder of what we can look forward to after all of our hard work is done!
September 3rd, 2010 @ 11:39 am
Forested and woodland walks are meditative time for me. I always feel renewed in spirit; it’s a great way to start each day.
September 3rd, 2010 @ 4:02 pm
Your pines have shorter neeedles than we had in Eastern Washington….we would sit under them at recess and braid the long needles and eat the little nuts found in the cones….your pictures are full of pine scent and memories! ThAnKs!
September 3rd, 2010 @ 8:46 pm
The forest is where I am truly happy. I love it! Thanks for the reminder!
September 4th, 2010 @ 10:18 pm
If I could die just for a moment
Let these worries work themselves out
If it would all go on without me
Tell me what’s all this worry about?
A promise is not like a moment
A moment’s not something you keep
I’ve made too many promises lately
And the woods are lovely, dark and deep…
David Lamotte
September 5th, 2010 @ 5:51 pm
sssshhhhhh I can hear the silence
September 7th, 2010 @ 12:29 pm
S, you live a blessed life!
September 8th, 2010 @ 2:51 pm
‘in the forest live secrets and dreams’ …
and lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
Seriously, I recognized the forest as my home when I was a toddler, and told my parents I loved it because it was “pooky” (spooky). So my dad’s nickname for me became “Pooky” and followed me through life. Not a bad name, really. I especially love the wild, fragrant tangle of Upstate NY and the northeast in general, and the clean, spare piney stuff of Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico.
Thanks, Shreve, for sharing!