I was just down in southern Oregon, where we get the last few northern redwoods. No sequoias, sadly. But these redwoods always make me very quiet. Like oceans do. Always feel a bit naked there.

And then…one wishes that Steven Spielberg or Peter Benchley do not get their hands on these places to create something nightmarish. They are spooky places. Peeking around a huge bole of a redwood one gets the feeling that a velociraptor could be also peeking around just at the same moment: to find you there, lying on your back, twitching, dead of a heart attack. These forests are really worth it, ya know? Brings us right up to the remotest improbable edges of life. Wonderful.

Best,
Michael Hagedorn