You can look at a forest as a forest and see it as just a forest- a large mass of pointy green tips called trees. Only, when you look at a forest as a forest you don't particularly consider the trees. The trees don't really even exist. That is, until you discard the signified green tips and look at the trees. You then look at a 'forest' and think, "My God, that's a lot of trees." You look at all the trees and feel quite small realizing that the quantity of forest is much different from the quantity presented by hundreds if not thousands of trees-
Very big, very beautiful, very old trees.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Oregon Wind
I'm going to start a series of blogs that are the little passages I write throughout the day in Oregon... All of them define what kind of a place Oregon is...
Its a place so quiet that when, on a day like today when the sky becomes saturated with enough rain weight to scare away the blue, the wind starts blowing and you stand outside. You are caught with the sneakiness that sound has with the sound of rain. You can't tell, though, if the sound of rain that you hear is just the wind blowing through the trees or if it is the very sound of the rain itself approaching. Either way the sound experience is...amazing. As you stand there with nothing but the forest, your house and your truck for company you realize how significant this sound phenomenon is and how displaced you have been (not how displaced you are)- because you realize, quite profoundly, the observation you just made: the sound of rain approaching- and just like the feeling you get in that moment when you look at a tree and suddenly see it as an evolution of growth, understanding that its been growing for hundreds of years you feel yourself drifting in a disturbing question:
Have you ever heard anything so clearly in your life?
Its a place so quiet that when, on a day like today when the sky becomes saturated with enough rain weight to scare away the blue, the wind starts blowing and you stand outside. You are caught with the sneakiness that sound has with the sound of rain. You can't tell, though, if the sound of rain that you hear is just the wind blowing through the trees or if it is the very sound of the rain itself approaching. Either way the sound experience is...amazing. As you stand there with nothing but the forest, your house and your truck for company you realize how significant this sound phenomenon is and how displaced you have been (not how displaced you are)- because you realize, quite profoundly, the observation you just made: the sound of rain approaching- and just like the feeling you get in that moment when you look at a tree and suddenly see it as an evolution of growth, understanding that its been growing for hundreds of years you feel yourself drifting in a disturbing question:
Have you ever heard anything so clearly in your life?
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