I am aged,
Never old,
In a world
Ever new.
I know it,
Or wish it?
Dead trees
Live again
With me.
(Click to enlarge us.) September 2018, in a playground I call CADIVUS, created from half a living big white pine that fell onto my trail called Whitetail Way, at the intersection with Blueberry Pass, on the southeast corner of Maplegate Square. To re-open the trail, I cut away all the greenery and branches that let it become this “sculpture.” Nature loves to mess around with the trails of Balsamea.
Sometimes she just decorates them …
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The tiny goldthread flower. We have a patch of them a bit farther along Whitetail Way, in a little opening in the forest canopy, a place I call Cladonia. But this goldthread bloom was all alone in the middle of Balsamea Way. It was the first goldthread I had ever seen, as far as I could recall.
There is no solitude in a forest, and it’s always newly populated.
The Balsamean 