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Squalor Holler Camp by day
Where Quito and I spent 3 days while Dave was in Seattle. Ali and Bill are stewards of a large area of redwood forest in Sonoma County. We call it "Cazadero", as that's the nearest town. By Melisse.
As night arrives, slowly, steadily, gradually
Colors slip away.
Transition, little by little,
Into grays.
Greens looks like reds. Reds looks like browns.
But white, it shines, it stands out brightly.
Trees flatten. Dimensionality disappears.
Each and every day of our lives this occurs
Often without recognition, without our keen notice.
But on this day
I sit quietly and watch closely.
Completely still, except for my fingers
Which gently stroke Quito’s soft fur
Massage her soft body, leaning into mine.
She is vigilance supreme. Alert. Eyes wide. Ears tall.
Darkness envelopes the redwood forest.
We share this sacred shift.
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Heather
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I enjoyed your writing and the photos of the campsite. I live in California and haven't been to that part yet! It looks beautiful! My blog is looking for travel photos, articles (like really beautiful poetry! ;) , etc, to share. If you have the time, check it out at dirty-hippies.blogspot.com, or email me at dirtyhippiesblog@gmail.com. Continued fun in the forest! Heather :)