"... to the lonely sea and the sky ..."
The line from John Masefield's poem* was running through my head as I backed out of my driveway and aimed the car to the north. I have been too long peering at small things at close distances; today, I wanted to see water and space, even if the weather wasn't really good for walking on the shore, with a chill wind blowing alternate rain and snow. I headed north, to the hillside where last spring a large section of forest had been clearcut, exposing the channel between the islands. The lonely sea.
|Menzies Bay to the left, Discovery Passage, due north and southwest.
Not much has changed since last April; some more of the trees along the shore have been cut, and the logging slash has been cleared away. A light dusting of snow covers the denuded forest floor. And there's Seymour Narrows leading off into the north with the hills of Quadra Island on the east, Ripple Rock lookout on the west. And a lone tug hauling a barge with tankers chugging its way north.
|The white specs are two bald eagles. And there's a nest.
I went back to the car for the little pocket camera; it sees farther.
|Two eagles and their nest.
So that was why the tree was left! Somehow, that makes me feel better about the rest of the devastation. Whoever cleared all this forest, whatever their plans for the space may be, at least they respected the eagles' prior claim.