Thoreau possessed a literary mastery for putting into words the existential awareness, which penetrates deep into one’s spirituality when trekking through the forest. The infinite discoveries that await the path wanderer awaken one’s own sense of being. Nature has a way of promoting this wondrous “oneness” with life and connects the living with an enriching history, as told by the trees that have witnessed so much before us. The trees will hopefully remain as living monuments after we depart this life to continue their vigilance over of the forest and stand as guardians to all that is wild. We humans are theoretically short-lived tenants on this earth. It is our simple, yet challenging task to perpetuate what grows naturally from the earth. As short-lived guardians, it is left up to us to protect the balance of nature, preserving for all future generations to enjoy.
Walking amongst trees that were saplings when Lincoln entered the White House boggles the mind how easy it is to physically touch the antiquity of bygone days. The gravestone of a decaying six-foot wide ancient tree stump that surly heard muskets firing as far back as the French and Indian War. This same decaying ancient tree stump continues to be a host for the living. Moss, fungi, and young saplings flourish within the peat of the fading remains of this once goliath tree.
Make the time to escape the doldrums of your daily routines to trek along this photographic sojourn through a most unique and wondrous hundred-acre woods. Like Thoreau exploring the Maine Woods, this book will bring the reader closer to the forest and perhaps, for one fleeting Nano-second, become one with nature, minus the black flies.
My first confession: It is always a thrill to be in the woods. My second confessin: I am the author of the book.
Seriously, there is a crisis effecting us very fives minutes in our existence. The Planet Earth has indeed become a Global Village, yet humanity continues to endure one crisis after another. It is as if no lessons may be learned from history.
The trees bear witness to all our calamities and short sightness. Thoreau had it right and although I am without a Pond and 8x8 cabin, my life has been greatly enriched by the hundred woods behind my house. With my camera in hand, I walk these woods everyday. Always making new discoveries. It is my hope, the reader can be swayed to make the time to escape the doldrums of daily living to trek along this photographic sojourn through a most unique and wondrous hundred-acre woods. Like Thoreau exploring the Maine Woods, this book will bring the reader closer to the forest and perhaps, for one fleeting Nano-second, become one with nature.