I remember the first time I saw a clear cut exactly like this in 1973, in the mountains east of Sacramento. We had driven a dump truck slowly all the way from Connecticut, and were invited to stay in a beautiful cabin near Mammoth Lakes for a few days before the last leg to San Francisco. We came over a rise, out of the oxygen-rich verdant forest into this. It was destruction of an unimaginable level, chaos. An ant couldnt live there. I saw a bear running in the distance. No food, no cover. The violence of it all was still shaking in the air. The fear, the bafflement of all the newly homeless beings. I sank to the ground, too stunned to cry, just patting the Earth gently with my fingers, for a long long time.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 17:52:10 +0000
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