Seeing the World in a New Light

I am obsessed with light. It started in college when I took an art appreciation class and learned about the Impressionist movement. The idea that a painter could paint not an object or scene, but rather the reflections of light, created a whole new way of seeing. Static objects within the landscape became dynamic as my awareness of sun-shifted shadows and highlights intensified their textures and colors. Sunlight unlocks the door to an infinitely more beautiful world.

Around this same time period I began pursuing photography as a hobby, learning to consider light as I composed my shots. I’m not a very technical photographer, partly because I don’t have the patience to learn about and practice the exacting art of manual focus and light control, but digital photography has allowed me to experiment and develop my creativity. To compensate for the restrictions of a point and shoot camera, I began playing with sunlight by filtering or blocking it with objects in the shot to control any resulting lense flares. I remember the first time I raised my camera up to the petals of a back-lit flower to take an extreme close-up while on a hike in the Tetons. The resulting photo gave me a miraculous new appreciation for the natural world.

As we meet our own needs for hunger and thirst throughout the day, it’s easy to forget that the plants and trees around us are constantly taking in nourishment as well. We gardeners know it more than most, especially out west, but even then how often do we really take the time to appreciate the systems that give life to the plant? I’m not a biologist by training, so it took me completely by surprise that night when I got home from hiking and looked at my photo on the computer. The sunlight had highlighted an intricate tracing of veins across the surface of that deep purple larkspur petal, and refracted to reveal a sparkling translucence that literally took my breath away. There are few things more beautiful in this world than a flower bathed in sunlight...

Ever since that day, I’ve been obsessed with documenting the delicate inner workings of leaves and flowers through my photographs. One of my favorite places to be is under a deciduous tree at midday when the sunlight is streaming down, illuminating the canopy of leaves above me. There is a quality to that vivid saturation of colorful light, which makes me feel intensely alive and keenly aware of the life pulsating around me. My body and the tree, we both absorb this invisible bombardment of photons and turn it into physical nourishment. We both move fluid through our veins as a means of surviving and thriving. We breathe in symbiotic partnership, each sustaining the other. In this moment I am reminded that it's not so much a matter of reconnecting with nature as it is simply removing the layers that insulate us from each other. The connection itself is impossible to sever...

  

This luminous way of seeing requires only a simple shift of perspective for wondrous details to instantly emerge. All you have to do is let your eyes be guided by the light... 

Bud, Flower, Fruit and Seed

Peter and I went to Merced Canyon earlier this month with the intention of viewing the peak wildflower season on the Hite Cove Trail. Shortly into our hike, however, we discovered that we were too late to catch the landscape at its most lush and colorful. Instead, we found ourselves walking through an ecosystem in flux - not quite blooming flowers were intermixed with those that had already spent their petals and moved along to further stages of reproduction. This fact gave me pause and emphasized the reality of the scene I had been seeking. These intricate artistic forms evolved for function alone thus relegating human appreciation to an afterthought from the flower's perspective. 

Fully feeling my insignificance, I was humbled to witness the miracles taking place all around me. I found myself transfixed by each plant, noticing the unique manifestations of bud, flower, fruit and seed...

California buckeye buds

Mariposa lily

Redbud pods

Fringe pod plant

Mountain dandelion seeds

Some of the most interesting plants to me were those that displayed multiple phases simultaneously. How the small smooth buds of individual flowers grew and changed shape as the petals began to split and open, revealing an often elaborate inner architecture...

Twining snake lily

Prettyfaces

Blazing star

Another plant displayed the transition from flower to fruit, demonstrating how its gently curved petals withered and dropped with little fanfare once the larger green seed-filled fruits took shape...

White globe lily

Globe lily fruit

Striking though a field of flowers in full bloom may be, I see now that the true beauty is in the process revealed through careful observation. The gradation of pale pink to spring green along the winged edge of a globe lily fruit, gossamer tassels attached by impossibly thin stalks to the dart tipped dandelion seeds, sunlight shining through the elaborately painted petals of a Mariposa lily. With a little attention to detail the functional becomes magical.  

For the Love of Trees

Do you have a favorite time of year when you find the trees especially beautiful? Myself, I can't decide between the delicate blooms and translucent greens of spring, leafy cool shade during the summer, vibrantly colored canopies in the fall, and the structurally striking bare months of winter. As I learn to navigate the world more frequently with all five senses engaged, I continue to be in awe of the diversity of trees that surround me everywhere I go. How blessed we are to have such beauty in our lives...

On this perfect June day in the Sierra Nevada, the vanilla spiced air is filled with steady birdsong and a tinge of coolness from the occasional breeze. Standing on the gently sloping forest floor at its base, I crane my neck to gaze up the trunk of a Sequoia tree. I feel the soft and spongy thickness of its bark under my fingertips and hear the hollow sounding thunk as I pat it firmly with my open palm. The resulting cloud of stirred dust hangs suspended in a shaft of sunlight that streams through the canopy.

Giant Sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum) in Sequoia National Park

The crisp clatter of dancing cottonwood leaves sprinkles down from above as strong sunshine strikes the drying grass. The earthy sweet scent of freshly fallen leaves wafts up from the warm ground as I lie on my back on the picnic table looking into the cerulean sky. This beauty astounds me to the point where everything else is stripped away - thoughts, words, memories, ideas - and I am left with only an awareness that I am alive on this glorious day and that there is nothing more in the world I could want or need than this moment.

Eastern cottonwood (Populus deltoides) at Rattlesnake Springs

Long thin shadows stretch across the wind-blown snow as the last few hours of winter sunlight linger on the horizon. The interlaced silhouette of trunks and branches filters out almost all perceptible traces of warmth. A sense of cold, hard stillness and of life delayed makes everything feel sharper - the brittle vegetation, the powdery air, and the angular bareness of the trees, which will be lush with life and color in just a few months. For now the landscape sleeps with only the tracks of hardy mammals and the ripples of wind skimming across its surface.  

Mixed forest of deciduous trees at Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge

Morning sunlight is just starting to creep over the tops of the rocks in Hidden Valley spreading a warm glow over the twisted shape of a dead juniper tree. Reincarnated as a home for cavity nesting birds, food for insects, and lookout for aerial hunters, this tree will live on in its new form until gravity moves it into the next phase of rebirth. I admire its unintentional beauty and sculptural grace, hard pressed to fathom how any human artist could perfect upon this natural form.

Single-leaf pinyon pine (Pinus monophylla) Joshua Tree National Park

The rain filters down through the canopy in a fine mist as I climb up the path from the stream bed below. Towering in front of me is an architectural mass of columns and buttresses simultaneously sinking down into the earth and arching overhead. The energy present in this rainforest is palpable. Plants are rooting, clinging, inching and unfurling in every direction, crowding the edges of the paved trail with anticipation. The strangler fig, in particular, has perfected the art of thriving in a highly competitive environment - it attaches to a host tree for support and eventually surrounds and absorbs it. In this place it is not so easy to forget that life and death are two sides of the same coin.

Strangler fig, 'Akaka Falls State Park

"Each moment of the year has its own beauty, a picture which was never before and shall never be seen again." 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Coastal live oaks, East Bay area regional park

Almond orchard, Highway 198 near Lemoore, California

Waihou Springs Trail, above Makawao on Maui

Aspen (Populus tremuloides), Mineral King District of Sequoia National Park

Palm tree, Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden near Hilo, Hawai'i

Ingrid and Steven's tree, Burnsville, Minnesota

Interior live oak (Quercus wislizeni), Sequoia National Park

Oak tree in snow, Sequoia National Park

Deciduous forest, Alden, Minnesota

Western white pine (Pinus monticola), Tioga Pass in Yosemite National Park

On the Move Again

View from the Skyline Trail in Three Rivers, California

Packing and moving have been a regular part of my life since I moved out west over ten years ago. Every few years possessions get put into boxes and carted off to the next destination, with the excitement of new adventures usually outweighing any other concerns. This time, however, we took a leap of faith when we landed in the little town of Three Rivers almost two years ago. Though it went against my better judgement to leave my job and sell our house in New Mexico, after briefly visiting the town one weekend the decision to move ultimately felt like the right one. And since sentiment seems to regularly trump reason in my life, I jumped. Over time we’ve come to know this place and many of the people who live here, and while we see that it's perfect for some, it does not fit us. Many residents of Three Rivers like their little corner of the world to be quiet and separate. It’s a place to rest and retreat from the hectic pace of life in Southern California and to escape the often drab polluted skies of the Central Valley. Those who stay – outdoor enthusiasts, artists and craftspeople, ranchers and farmers, families and retirees – sing the praises of this community for these virtues. 

I’m certainly glad to have spent time here in this place, but I’ve been wanting something more. More of exactly what has been a little hard to define. Perhaps more opportunities – I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. More community would be nice too. Rest and retreat are fine every now and then, but a thriving downtown where people regularly go to experience a shared life is something I look forward to having again. A chance to put down roots is also welcome. Until now, our moves have served as stepping stones on an ever changing path as we, both separately and together, attempt to shape our lives. Because this job is an excellent opportunity for Peter to take his career in a new direction, and because there are a myriad of possibilities for me to explore, we’ve placed our bets and purchased a house.

Sierra live oaks

Some things with this move are going to change very little, for which I am grateful. We’ll still be in California, the complicated and beautiful state that has finally become a place I love to call home.  We’ll still be living in the lovely foothills of the Sierra Nevada, this time a little higher up in the chaparral where the graceful Sierra live oak trees grow. We’ll still be only a few hours from family and friends living elsewhere in California, which is like having them as neighbors in such a large western state (frame of reference for those living in the more densely populated eastern half of the country - people living in Hawai’i who found out we were from California called us practically neighbors).

Our house in Mariposa (P. Lindstrom)

I confess that I often have a sense for how things will work out in advance of the unfolding. I knew Peter was going to get his job in Three Rivers before he got the offer. I knew we were supposed to move here, even though it wasn’t a place we were going to stay. It took me a while to figure out why being in Three Rivers was a necessary step, and then the data manager position in Yosemite opened up – the one that Peter said he’d love to eventually have when he first learned a year ago that such a position existed. Eventually turned out to be only a few months later when a retirement made the position available for the first time in over a decade. I knew the weekend that we went up to check out the town of Mariposa after his interview that he was going to get this job. I knew the moment we walked in the door of that little white house that it was meant to be ours. And every time we’ve been back for a visit, I'm thrilled about the idea of living in Mariposa. It wouldn't surprise me if after eleven years, five moves and four different national parks, I just might finally stay put for a while. 

Beautiful Blues

I don't have a strong desire to live by the ocean, but every time I'm near it I can't help getting swept up in the glorious colors and moods it presents. Overwhelmed by the spectrum of blues on display, I could spend hours contemplating the seam where sea turns to sky.

The windward coast of the Big Island

Beach at Pololu Valley, the Big Island

The ceaseless waves interpret both the topography of seafloor below and weather conditions above. Gentle curls of foam near the shore with an unbroken gradient of azure denote the shallow slope of reef or sand, and gentle sunny breezes.

Beach at Lower Paia Park, Maui

Neighborhood beach in Kailua, Oahu

On steeply sloped windward beaches, thick white waves race across the water, buffeted by strong winds that churn the translucent blues to an opaque froth and tear apart the triangular peaks as they roll onshore.

Sandy Beach, Oahu

Churning waves, Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park

The pounding waves highlight the power of water to shape the land, and the tenacity of rock to resist such force. The water as sculptor works with the texture and orientation of the lava rock to create a myriad of forms, from scalloped slopes to thickset walls and arches. Just as the water changes the land, our sun paints the water glorious shades of blue with its light, and so when hidden by clouds a darker, more subdued sea of navy and dark gray is revealed. 

Makapu'u coast, Oahu

Holei Sea Arch, Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park

Few humans will ever intimately know this vast underwater world, yet those of us who remain on the surface still marvel at its mysteries with appreciation and some trepidation. Perhaps these sentiments stem from knowing that the ocean is as impartial as it is beautiful, and that our attempts to enter into a partnership with it require great respect. This entity that so easily supports life also just as easily takes it away, "The water was made to be a nest that gave birth and bore all things in the womb of the deep." (translated from the Kumulipo, the Hawai'ian creation chant)

Humpback whale off the Kihei coast, Maui

Droplets of oil rising to the surface, USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor

Thoughts Across the Central Valley

I had one of those rare experiences last weekend driving back home from a visit with my aunt in the Bay area, where the beauty of the present moment completely overwhelmed me. I was filled with wonder for the sights I saw while crossing the Central Valley even though I had made the drive many times before. Maybe it was the clarity of the air having finally been washed clean by the previous night's rain after two long parched months, or the disorientation imparted by the high gray blanket of cirrostratus clouds rippling across the sky. Or perhaps as my understanding of the valley culture has increased over time, my resistance to and judgement of the land has been reduced. I see now that where there is conflict, there can also be beauty.

Soil and Sky

The scale of agricultural operations in the Central Valley is epic. Coming down the east side of the coast range, rolling ranch lands give way to a vast expanse of orchards, vineyards and fields. This valley is the primary source of tomatoes, almonds, grapes, cotton, apricots and asparagus for the United States. Hundreds of miles of aqueducts bisect the land transporting snow melt to irrigate these crops. The largest feedlot in the country spreads across hundreds of acres along the interstate. These facts do much to generate controversy and strong opinions in peoples' minds for many reasons.

Grapevines

My very first trip across the seemingly homogeneous landscape left me feeling unsettled. I described the flowering almond orchards to a friend as "living things lined up in a perfect grid pattern with absolutely nothing growing on the ground beneath them. Beautiful, but kind of eerie too." Since that time, I have driven past countless farm workers picking in the fields, purchased local produce from independently owned farm stands and stores, and heard the descendants of migrant farm workers reflect back on their family contribution to valley agriculture with great pride, having overcome adversity and raised children who were able to go to college. I've experienced the impact of weather on the variety of fruits and vegetables that arrive in my weekly local produce basket, and better understand now that while a night below freezing may not affect me, it is a very real financial threat for our farming community. These realizations have given humanity and purpose to an otherwise artificial looking landscape.

Flowering almond orchards in the spring

Conversely, I have connected the sickly brown haze obscuring the mountains and sky at the end of every October with the valley nut harvest when all the trees are being violently shaken, and been cautioned to avoid traveling through the valley when the cotton plants are being chemically defoliated. My job at work revolves around monitoring unhealthy levels of ozone in the summer, and particulate matter in the winter. I have seen how conversations about snow pack, groundwater and water rights immediately increase the level of intensity in a room. I have read about the impacts of shifting wealth over the past few decades, as more and more acreage is concentrated into fewer and fewer hands. The Central Valley is now known as much for its stunning poverty rates as its agricultural power, with isolated rural communities that lack even the most basic services most of us take for granted. History and tradition are now laced with fragility and concern, as the people of the Central Valley come to terms with the results of increased production and profit.

Cotton tufts

It is important for us to consider our need for food in balance with the resources required to produce it. We would do well to remember that although our current agricultural system has changed dramatically over the past one hundred years, it was started by people attempting to meet a basic human need. All of us can appreciate the sense of pride that comes from self-sufficiency, and many of us know a special connection to nature through the seasons. These sentiments are still felt by farmers today, even in an age of industrialized agricultural practices. Perhaps the first step toward compromise involves opening our eyes - to the people who own and are employed by the industry, to the resources that are being used and the impacts that occur as a result, to the consumers who partake of the bounty from this land, and to the land as it exists today. If we can break away from our indignation even for a moment to look around with a fresh perspective, we might see that humans have accomplished the impossible in so many ways, harnessing the power of nature to our advantage for thousands of years. We derive inspiration and connection from the natural landscape at the same time we reside upon it and use its resources. Perhaps in being able to acknowledge both the beauty and complexity present in places where controversy resides, we can find common ground and move forward in our efforts to peaceably sustain.

Ranch land on the east side of the coast range