Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The lustre of mid-day

Just a thought:
No matter what we do to ruin things, Ma Nature quickly gives it a beauty treatment.

Clear-cut logging scar, somewhere up north, 1988. Film camera.

But she won't correct the damage we do to ourselves. Or return things to their previous state, no matter how we beg of her.

And it doesn't give us an excuse to go about messing things up.

***Title from T'was the Night Before Christmas.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.


  1. the snow seems to cover the scar made by the clear cut, to make it pretty but underneath it is black with stumps of giants.

  2. True, Island; giants that won't be replaced for centuries, if at all. Nature recycles, but doesn't restore.


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