Friday, July 24, 2009

Standing Tall


The blanched trunk of an old growth ponderosa pine stands stoically as a poignant reminder of the 1979 Bridge Creek fire started by careless campers. The reproduction, planted sometime later and, probably chosen by the State of Oregon for quick growing "sustainable yield", bathes in the late afternoon sun on the eastern slopes of the Cascades near Bend, Oregon.
I imagined the bygone forest with its lovely giants and the sparse undergrowth competing for light filtering through the canopy. For a moment I sensed the odors of pine sap, fresh needles and duff, pictured scurrying animals small and large, and the fallen trunks mouldering amidst the volcanic rock and snow melt run off .
It is not productive to dwell too long in nostalgia nor to admire only the dark side of the moon. The fledgling trees of the background are early teenagers and soon to burst with testosterone. They are embarking on their life's journey upward. Sometimes this view is hard to see from the height of an old tree like me. Nonetheless, this picture shows the energy and fortitude of the next generation striving to achieve what has come before it. Who knows, some day those little trees may stand even taller.

4 comments:

Small City Scenes said...

True, it is never good to DWELL on the past but to remember it with nostalgia.
The last time I was in Bend maybe 6-7 years ago a forest fire was going on and that is not something I would dwell on. Growth, something we should always strive for. MB

Jacob said...

I can see, smell and just about taste those old trees. Great descriptive prose (or poetry?)...

tapirgal said...

It would be nice if those old forests were still in place. I will say that the green sure beats the horrible-looking clear-cuts south of Astoria. I wonder how long it will be before that area looks like forest again.

José Ramón said...

This beautiful image of this Blog