Dear Log,
Today was like any other day:
- uncountable Africans died in unimaginable poverty, disease, and starvation;
- HIV hardened its position in China and India;
- the "global" (US and Eurasian) press gazed hypervigilantly into its all-encompassing navel (which last year was Afghanistan, this year is Iraq, next year, who knows, North Korea? Northern Pakistan? Kashmir? Yemen? Palestine/Israel? reserve your spot now!);
- and I went for a nice pleasant walk!
It's becoming my habit to walk along a trail southeast, into the forest that grew up around the industrial ruins of the Treadwell Mining operations. The huge machines and buildings were abandoned only about a century ago, but they look ancient. There's plenty of rain, ice, moss, and trees; and that merrily turns concrete into gravel and metal into smeary rust.
I suppose I could turn a walk thru industrial ruins into some grand meditation on the transience of all things; but I mostly just like the look of the dozens of kinds of moss that grow on the walls. Some are like miniature ferns.
walks & moss
inkdroid on 2003-03-04T11:53:04
Thanks for these words. They reminded me of a quote by William Blake:
To create a little flower is the labour of ages
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More walks, more moss...
