Since I started this blog, I’ve been acquainting/re-acquainting myself with nature writers and have been totally blown away by John Muir. For this week’s post, I want to share one of my favorite quotes from him, along with some photos of my favorite trees in Redwood Regional Park, whose expressive songs I can only attempt to capture with my camera.
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fibre thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.”
~John Muir, 1869