When rain falls to our man-made world of asphalt and concrete, entry is refused. Hitting the ground hard it rises noisily in surprise, defying gravity for a moment before returning to an earth that will not take it in. And the rain dies.

Not far from this world, is another. Where the rain hits the ground hard but silently. Where after a long free-fall it is gathered and embraced. Where the rain is home, the forest lives.

The Dosewallips River valley. March 20, 2011.

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4 responses to “Lush

  1. Two “L”s.

    Keep these coming. Hwy101 on the peninsula is God’s country.

  2. Yeah, yeah. Dosewallips ain’t in my spell check! 🙂

    I love it over there. Crazy beautiful and easy to get to. About an hour from my front door.

  3. Gorgeous! Could almost make me want to live out there. Almost. 🙂

  4. Ah yes, I go over there and take photos too. Hard to express how nice it is.

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