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Friday, 14 October 2016

Taking the by-ways (1)


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We LIKE it when the car looks like this.



The roads of our version of heaven-on-earth aren't paved with gold; they're gravel. That's where all the good stuff left in this world still is, tucked away, doing its own thing.


wide .. open .. spaces ..

That's taken from the top of Killoran Road. Talk about sky. Not a cell tower or a jet trail in sight, either. Not that we don't have them up here, they're just few and far between. The edge of yonder forest is where I met the gang of friendly robins this past spring.

He's much bigger in person.



Say hello to the resident 'pasture pleaser', as they call bulls here. He always glowers, because that's his job. He's good at it, too. I love bulls, even though they scare me. One small electrified wire won't stop him if he really wants to see anyone off.




The writer, a dot on the road.
Can you see the stream?
Here we are at the edge of the forest, Paul took this looking back up the road. He lets me off first so I can greet the trees. As you can see, I am but a dot next to them. The white pines, especially, just do something to my spirit ..

Next time you are near a pine tree on a still day try this: blow, gently, towards it. Some trees will answer you, shivering their needles as though a breeze had gone through them.



Oh how I love this place
I am so overjoyed I can barely relate this to you, but recently we met the man who owns this land. He's a jolly fellow with sparkling eyes, a recently retired police officer who still lives in the city. He inherited the land from his father and up until now hasn't been able to visit much. He kind of took to us that day and (without us asking) offered us permission to explore the forest and stream and ponds of that 88 acres any time we like. I think he likes the idea of someone keeping an eye on it for him.



And explore it we will. So far we haven't gone very far in. There are a couple of reasons for that, one being that we often end up there without planning to, so we don't have appropriate footwear for the hike or warm enough sweaters for the chill in the deep shade. The other reason is more subtle .. it is a place of great power. Silent, unspoiled, I don't believe I have been in a forest that has had so little human traffic before. We venture in bit by bit on our visits, stepping carefully through the mosses and wild ginger and Solomon's Seal and ferns so as to disturb nothing. Stopping frequently to look up, way up, to the canopy of beech and balsam pine and ancient yellow birch, speaking in whispers as though we are in some ancient cathedral. Which, of course, we are.

We haven't very many pictures of the forest yet. Paul, an avid and respectful photographer, knows that in some places a camera just isn't appropriate. When beauty isn't just of the eye, the real moment just won't be captured that way.

Although when the forest opened up to this pond,
the camera caught the moment pretty nicely.


3 comments:

  1. Oh my! Such beauty and what a blessing for you to be able to visit such grandness. And the pictures are so lovely and inviting. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Dan - the owner - has given us the gift of a lifetime.

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