It’s true that when you live among vast groves of old-growth redwoods — drive and walk by them daily — the mind wanders and the trees sort of disappear from view. There are gutters to clean, groceries to buy, garbage to haul, finances to manage.
Then I stumble on a shot like this and realize if I ever take the redwoods for granted I might as well sell the damn bnb and move to the great plains or back to the Midwest (nothing too terribly wrong with either, just no redwoods).
Guests Cassy and Kevin spent yesterday on some local trails and (over some incredible Oregon wine) showed me this shot taken at the base of the 325 ft-tall Stout Tree in Stout Grove. That speck at the tree’s trunk is Cassy. They were blown away. I was blown away.
As I was saying, if I ever take these trees for granted just shoot me.