Put simply, it is a place where our effect on the land is less than the effect of the land on us.
This past summer was full of poetry, figuratively and literally.
Bubbles break on the surface of the ocean in an arc, and just as the circle closes, the wide open mouths of the whales erupt in the center of the ring.
I know what it’s supposed to be… a hike through the woods. But in reality, it isn’t like that at all.
Never before had the eyes of humans gazed upon such a beautiful beast.