Vibrant Trees - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a great wood on a high ridge when a wild south-wester broke over it in full fury on an autumn evening?  Imagine that sound.  And then imagine that the wood, instead of being fixed to one place, was rushing at you; and was no longer trees but huge people; yet still like trees because their long arms waved like branches and their heads tossed and leaves fell round them in showers.  It was like that for the Telmarines.  It was a little alarming even for the Narnians.” – from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis

Trees Awake - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

“She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.”

― C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian

Strolling Woods - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

"Hear him! Hear him? said the Bulgy Bears. "Whatever we do, don't let's have any running.  Especially not before supper; and not too soon after it neither." 

- from Chapter Seven of "Prince Caspian" by C.S. Lewis

Future Forward - Missoula, Montana

“…Please, Aslan! Am I not to know?"

"To know what would have happened, child?" said Aslan. "No. Nobody is ever told that."

"Oh dear," said Lucy.

"But anyone can find out what will happen," said Aslan. "… what will happen? There is only one way of finding out.”

― C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian, Chapter 10

Storm Clouds - Missoula, Montana

"The air is charged and thick....The clouds are squid-ink black, inverting and churning, a river of pulsing bruises." - Michael Perry, Population:485 , p 207

Existing Moss - Greenough Park, Missoula, Montana

“It is enough that things exist for God to be unavoidable. Let us but grant to a bit of moss or the smallest ant its due nature as an ontological reality, and we can no longer escape the terrifying hand that made us.” - Jacques Maritain (1882-1973)

Weight Of The Autumn Sky - Missoula, Montana

"And see the peaceful trees extend
their myriad leaves in leisured dance—
they bear the weight of sky and cloud
upon the fountain of their veins."-  from Envoi by  Kathleen Raine (1908-2003)