Abandoned Road, Lake Crescent, February 2009
The dogs and I made another trip up this miniature mountain and I had a another silent… remark… about the difficulty of it. I noticed the recently planted and flagged seedlings are mostly confined to the logging road in- the inclines are left for natural progressions to fight over. Even in the roads, it must be a struggle for the seedlings against the burgeoning alder. This spot has great southern exposure so it’ll be quite a show to see the alder come up so quickly. A reliable way to find old roads if you’re lost out here somewhere is to seek out and and follow the stripes of alder back to civilization.
I notice my work is trending dark, and low-fi. There’s a chronic dusk in this threadbare economic environment; if not so much a nuclear winter then a wherewithal winter, and the uncertain shadows and bony periphery seem to suit it.