Photos/Poem: Aline LaPierre Photos/Editing: Victor Osaka
We love taking our cameras to the Sequoias, particularly in the winter when, at an altitude of 8,000 feet, a magical winter wonderland awaits. On this last trip, we were fortunate to experience a dense, enveloping fog. When the fog lifted, we found ourselves wonderstruck in a thick but silent snowfall (coming in a future blog post).
When a veil of fog envelops the forest
All life stands still.
Fog softens the world,
Smooths the rough edges,
Compels my eye to search
For familiar forms.
I see the boulder
Intimately coupled with the tree,
The fledgling taking root
At the foot of its giant elders.
I see the two joined partners
Steadfastly growing side by side
And the one worn stump standing alone,
A resilient testimony of what once was.
When a veil of fog envelops the forest,
I am uplifted, transported,
As though life’s mysteries
Are but a breath away.
Cloaked in fog
The forest takes on a presence
That transcends my self-important mind,
Forces me to look
With the eyes of the soul.