Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts. ~John Muir; the Unpublished Journals
In gratitude to John Muir, Father of the National Park Service
on the park service’s 100th birthday.
I’m cycling along a few of his footsteps
through the jewel valley, known as Yosemite.
Each picture, thousands of words,
what more can I possibly say?
Thank you to ancestors who
cared for this sacred space.
Thank you to those who now manage
and protect this well-loved park from harm.
Lots more about Yosemite here.
Peddling past immense expanses of granite grays,
& forest browns & greens,
following along the Merced River,
touching the vibrant cycles
of life, & of beginningless
birth & death, I smile!
Pollution, defilement, squalor are words that never would have been created had man lived conformably to Nature. Birds, insects, bears die as cleanly and are disposed of as beautifully as flies. The woods are full of dead and dying trees, yet needed for their beauty to complete the beauty of the living…. How beautiful is all Death! ~John Muir; the Unpublished Journals