Sunday, August 7, 2011
A portrait of a giant
John Muir said, "A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself." I admit, I stand with my mouth open in absolute awe of these trees, the giant Sequoias. This photo is a composite panorama, not in the ordinary sense of a wide view, but a composite of the four pictures it took to encompass this huge tree.