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Friday 30 August 2013

Marzanna Bogumila Kielar: Four Poems


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Zalew Wislany, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 19 June 2009



1912

1.

Memory, allegedly birth, always
.................................(its rocky spires
and dune-echoes); I think of us on the ferry, approaching the island.
You sweeping my hair behind my ear,
whispering: "I'll go to synagogue and thank Him for giving you to me" --
the moment when love imparts its mortality
to immortality.

...........................The night sky slopes aside,
eastward. And where the basalt of night is thinnest,
severed by streaks of erosion, dawn rises red-
fleshed. There is no easy passage between light and dark.
There is fire and there is raw black sky. Desert armor of the sea. Body of sleep
that splits along the length of the crevice, icy rust uncovered.

2.

The forest in the depths of the island, dwarfed, leafless,
kneeling -- when dawn strikes the horizon with a blood-shot fin.
And the foal, the day, tries to rise among the shrubs,
surrendering the afterbirth to the mother's tongue,
and each movement gives birth to a glint of sun.
I watch it pause opposite the sea --

and there is nothing that could pass,
and the wind takes its wings from the foam on the rocks, and the sky is unveiled, lit,
like the body after love, thrown on the shore at high tide.

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"the sun appears..."



the sun appears only early mornings and late afternoons
like a vibrant plant that wants to hoard the desert dew

grains of ice, gnawed, strewn loose, burning then
in acetylene radiance.
Burning post-glacial gutters and smelting places in icy forests,
ice-jammed lakes with waters the color of iodine that receive
torrents of colossal tomes, dark
volumes of clouds;
burning the world Plato said was shaped from fire, water, wind, and earth.
Of fire -- to be visible.

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She
 
She is home within me with a double skin of glass.
She applies me to her lips like a frozen river.
Licks the sweat from stones.

Her lips whitened from imminent squalls,
her eyes that hold steel skeins as far as the horizon.
She wears wolf's hide, killing off her own wounded young, looking
at me crawling to water --

the luminous, sharp-edged sea strikes the shore
and shreds of life like foam settle on the granite headstones;
memory, that stormy wave, carries within it ample debris: rubble, fragments,
dust.

Clouds above this blood.
A sky that occurs and elapses, seeps into emptiness and frost.

She has owned my face since birth.

She doles out oxygen.
Opens me along a fused seam,
sweeps aside the snow inside me -- she who dreams of me. A knife without a handle.

The breath of the avalanche in which I am born.

She. This.

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"even an hour..."


even an hour ago the morning mist
forecast no such clarity, no such sky, enormous,
nor the brimming over of fish in the warmed waters of the pond;
the happiness of wild ducks bursting into flight,
leaving their traces on the creased sheet
of an August day,
long luring the gaze, calmer and calmer.
The basins of rust-red gardens fill
and spill over in ears of corn.
And you fall silent, strangely guiltless. Pure:

pleasant hills stand in the proud light,
and in the grasses, low, nestles death




Marzanna Bogumila Kielar (b. 1963), poems translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft, 2003



Sunrise swan, Warmian-Mazurian, Poland: photo by , 16 April 2013


Frombork, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 8 August 2013



Frombork, Warmia, Poland
: photo by LeszekZadio, 8 August 2013



Frombork, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 8 August 2013




 Tolkmicko, Warmia, Poland. Stradanka River Valley Nature Reserve: photo by LeszekZadio, 4 May 2013


Kadyny, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 1 May 2013



 Tolkmicko, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 23 November 2012



Winter shore, Mazurian, Poland: photo by , 14 April 2013



Landscape with fences. Northeastern Poland, Podlaskie region: photo by Jerzy Radimersky, 12 April 2013


Stanczyki (northern Poland): photo by Patryk Hejduk (paprycjusz), 31 March 2013


Zamarzniety Kawalek Baltyku (Zalew Mislany). Tolkmicko, Warmian-Masurian, Poland: photo by Chris ZaMaloCzasu (xpisto1), 17 March 2013


Northern Poland, frozen lake Kisajno and Dargin: photo by Anna Dymkowka-Kowalski, 17 March 2013



Zalew Wislany, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 20 February 2011



Stradanka River Valley Nature Reserve, Warmia, Poland: photo by LeszekZadio, 23 March 2013

Wednesday 28 August 2013

Cuidado (Robinson Jeffers: Fire on the Hills)


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View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)

The fire is burning hotter and faster than any in modern Sierra Nevada history, firefighters say. Officials say it is the California wildfire they have warned about for years, as modern firefighting techniques have snuffed out forest fires, allowing fuel to build up on the mountain floor.
 
"This is it. This is the big one," Yosemite Fire Chief Kelly Martin said.

-- Los Angeles Times, 27 August 2013


The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front of the roaring wave of the brushfire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught.
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror
Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned
Down the black slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle
Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine,
Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders.
He had come from far off for the good hunting
With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless
Blue, and the hills merciless black,
The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them.
I thought, painfully, but the whole mind,
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.

Robinson Jeffers: Fire on the Hills, from Thurso's Landing, 1932





A road sign on California 120 near Groveland, scorched by the massive Rim fire used to read: "Caution: Snow Removal Not on Regular Basis." Tom Medema, a Yosemite National Park ranger said that "this fire is not going to stop until the snow flies."
: photo by Don Bartletti, Los Angeles Times, 27 August 2013



Eagle, Vancouver, British Columbia: photo by Pierre, 21 July 2006

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Odocoileus hemionus columbianus: Columbian Black-tailed Deer, Coast Deer female in fog: photo by Walter Siegmund, 2008

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Mule Deer (Odocoileus hemionus), Inyo Crater Lakes, California: photo by Daniel Mayer, 2009

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Bald Eagle, Harrison River, near  Chilliwack, British Columbia: photo by Alan D. Wilson, 2011

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Bald Eagle, Harrison River, near  Chilliwack, British Columbia: photo by Elaine R.Wilson, 2011

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View by a member of Expedition 36 crew aboard the International Space Station of massive wildfires in and around California's Yosemite National Park: photo by NASA, 24 August 2013 (NASA)



The Rim Fire in the Stanislaus National Forest near in California began on Aug. 17, 2013 and is under investigation. The fire has consumed approximately 149, 780 acres and is 15% contained. The fire is burning at historic heat levels and speed: photo by U.S. Forest Service, 17 August 2013 (U.S. Department of Agriculture)


The Rim Fire along the Clavey River seen from south of the Tuolomne River: photo by Steve Ryan, 18 August 2013
 

Rim Fire expands into Yosemite. The Rim Fire burning in the Stanislaus National Forest in California has crossed into Yosemite National Park. The fire has burned more than 105,000 acres, approximately 162 square miles, of brush, oak and pine trees in steep and marginally accessible terrain. This image was taken by the Suomi NPP satellite's Day-Night Band around 0950Z on August 23, 2013: photo by NASA Goddard Space Center, 26 August 2013 (NASA)

A Nighttime View of California’s Rim Fire

Nighttime views of advance of California's Rim Fire: image by NASA Goddard Space Center, 26 August 2013 (NASA Earth Observatory)

The winter of 2013 was among the driest on record for California, setting the stage for an active fire season. By August 26, the Rim Fire had made its way into the record books. At just 15 percent contained, the fire is now the 13th largest in California since records began in 1932. Apart from being large, the fire is also threatening one of the United States’ greatest natural treasures: Yosemite National Park.
The Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite (VIIRS) on the Suomi NPP satellite tracked the growth of the fire between August 23 and August 26 in this series of nighttime images. The VIIRS day-night band is extremely sensitive to low light, making it possible to see the fire front from space. The brightest, most intense parts of the fire glow white, exceeding the brightness of the lights of Reno, Nevada to the north. Pale gray smoke streams north away from the fire throughout the sequence.
The perimeter of the fire grows from day to day along different fronts, depending on winds and fire fighting efforts. On August 24, fire fighters focused their efforts on containing the western edge of the fire to prevent it from burning into Tuolumne City and the populated Highway 108 corridor. They also fought the eastern edge of the fire to protect Yosemite National Park. These efforts are evident in the image: Between August 23 and 24, the eastern edge of the fire held steady, and the western edge receded. The fire grew in the southeast.
On the morning of August 25 fire managers reported that the fire was growing in the north and east. In the image, the most intense activity is just inside Yosemite National Park.
Fire fighters reported that the Rim Fire continued to be extremely active on its eastern front on the morning of August 26, and this activity is visible in the image. By 8:00 a.m., the fire had burned 149,780 acres. The fire forced firefighters in Yosemite National Park to take measures to protect the Merced and Tuolumne Groves of Giant Sequoias, but the National Park Service reported that the trees were not in imminent danger. While parts of the park are closed, webcams show that most of the park has not been impacted.
The Rim Fire started on the afternoon of August 17. It has destroyed 23 structures and threatened 4,500 other buildings. Its cause is under investigation.
NASA Earth Observatory image by Jesse Allen and Robert Simmon, using VIIRS Day Night Band data. Caption by Holli Riebeek.Instrument: Suomi NPP - VIIRS


View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)



View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)



View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)



View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard (US Air National Guard)




View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)



View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite
: photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard
, 22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)



View from UH-60 Black Hawk belonging to California Army National Guard 1-140th Aviation Battalion at the Rim Fire near Yosemite:
photo by Master Sgt. Julie Avery, California National Guard,
22 August 2013 (US Air National Guard)


The Rim Fire in the Stanislaus National Forest near in California began on Aug. 17, 2013 and is under investigation. The fire has consumed approximately 149, 780 acres and is 15% contained: photo by U.S. Forest Service, 17 August 2013 (U.S. Department of Agriculture)

Rim fire by day

 Rim Fire in the Yosemite area: image by NASA's Suomi NPP satellite, 25 August 2013 (NASA/NOAA)


Satellite View of California Rim Fire: image by NASA Goddard Space Flight Center, 26 August 2013 (NASA Earth Observatory)
On August 25, 2013, the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Terra satellite acquired this image of the drought-fueled Rim fire burning in central California, near Yosemite National Park. Red outlines indicate hot spots where MODIS detected unusually warm surface temperatures associated with fires. Winds blew a thick smoke plume toward the northeast. A smaller fire -- American Fire -- burned to the north.
NASA image by Jeff Schmaltz, LANCE/EOSDIS Rapid Response. Caption by Adam Voiland. Instrument: Terra - MODIS

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Golden Eagle, Horseshoe Bend, Bighorn Canyon National Recreation Area, near Lovell, Wyoming: photo by Alan D. Wilson, 2010

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Mule Deer (Odocoileus hemionus), Araansas and Matagorda Island National Wildlife Refuge, near Hopper's Landing, Texas: photo by Alan D. Wilson, 2006

Monday 26 August 2013

Rim of Fire


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Trees burn close to Berkeley's Toulumne Family Camp near Groveland, Calif.

Trees burn close to City of Berkeley's Toulumne Family Camp near Groveland, California as the Rim Fire spreads: photo by Noah Berger/EPA via USA Today, 23 August 2013

John Muir: from John of the Mountains

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. 

I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found.
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.  
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening -- still all is Beauty!
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world -- the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right. 
When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. 
Most people are on the world, not in it -- have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them -- undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.
How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make -- leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone -- we all dwell in a house of one room -- the world with the firmament for its roof -- and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
If my soul could get away from this so-called prison, be granted all the list of attributes generally bestowed on spirits, my first ramble on spirit-wings would not be among the volcanoes of the moon. Nor should I follow the sunbeams to their sources in the sun. I should hover about the beauty of our own good star. I should not go moping among the tombs, not around the artificial desolation of men. I should study Nature's laws in all their crossings and unions; I should follow magnetic streams to their source and follow the shores of our magnetic oceans. I should go among the rays of the aurora, and follow them to their beginnings, and study their dealings and communions with other powers and expressions of matter. And I should go to the very center of our globe and read the whole splendid page from the beginning. But my first journeys would be into the inner substance of flowers, and among the folds and mazes of Yosemite's falls. How grand to move about in the very tissue of falling columns, and in the very birthplace of their heavenly harmonies, looking outward as from windows of ever-varying transparency and staining!
Our crude civilization engenders a multitude of wants, and law-givers are ever at their wits' end devising. The hall and the theater and the church have been invented, and compulsory education. Why not add compulsory recreation? ... 
Our forefathers forged chains of duty and habit, which bind us notwithstanding our boasted freedom, and we ourselves in desperation add link to link, groaning and making medicinal laws for relief. Yet few think of pure rest or of the healing power of Nature.
Pollution, defilement, squalor are words that never would have been created had man lived conformably to Nature. Birds, insects, bears die as cleanly and are disposed of as beautifully as flies. The woods are full of dead and dying trees, yet needed for their beauty to complete the beauty of the living... How beautiful is all Death!
The rugged old Norsemen spoke of death as Heimgang -- "home-going." So the snow-flowers go home when they melt and flow to the sea, and the rock-ferns, after unrolling their fronds to the light and beautifying the rocks, roll them up close again in the autumn and blend with the soil. Myriads of rejoicing living creatures, daily, hourly, perhaps every moment sink into death’s arms, dust to dust, spirit to spirit-waited on, watched over, noticed only by their Maker, each arriving at its own Heaven-dealt destiny. All the merry dwellers of the trees and streams, and the myriad swarms of the air, called into life by the sunbeam of a summer morning, go home through death, wings folded perhaps in the last red rays of sunset of the day they were first tried. Trees towering in the sky, braving storms of centuries, flowers turning faces to the light for a single day or hour, having enjoyed their share of life’s feast-all alike pass on and away under the law of death and love. Yet all are our brothers and they enjoy life as we do, share Heaven’s blessings with us, die and are buried in hallowed ground, come with us out of eternity and return into eternity. "Our lives are rounded with a sleep."
The snow is melting into music.
How little note is taken of the deeds of Nature! What paper publishes her reports? ... Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds, or the written music of water written in river-lines? Who reports and works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains? And what recond is kept of Nature's colors -- the clothes she wears -- of her birds, her beasts -- her live-stock?
 
If one pine were placed in a town square, what admiration it would excite! Yet who is conscious of the pine-tree multitudes in the free woods, though open to everybody?

Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.
 
I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
 
How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind! The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air. It sees the crystals of the rock in rapid sympathetic motion, giving enthusiastic obedience to the sun's rays, then sinking back to rest in the night. The whole world is in motion to the center. So also sounds. We hear only woodpeckers and squirrels and the rush of turbulent streams. But imagination gives us the sweet music of tiniest insect wings, enables us to hear, all round the world, the vibration of every needle, the waving of every bole and branch, the sound of stars in circulation like particles in the blood. The Sierra canyons are full of avalanche debris -- we hear them boom again, for we read past sounds from present conditions. Again we hear the earthquake rock-falls. Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarser senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.
 
Yosemite Park is a place of rest, a refuge from the roar and dust and weary, nervous, wasting work of the lowlands, in which one gains the advantages of both solitude and society. Nowhere will you find more company of a soothing peace-be-still kind. Your animal fellow beings, so seldom regarded in civilization, and every rock-brow and mountain, stream, and lake, and every plant soon come to be regarded as brothers; even one learns to like the storms and clouds and tireless winds. This one noble park is big enough and rich enough for a whole life of study and aesthetic enjoyment. It is good for everybody, no matter how benumbed with care, encrusted with a mail of business habits like a tree with bark. None can escape its charms. Its natural beauty cleans and warms like a fire, and you will be willing to stay forever in one place like a tree.
 
John Muir (1838-1914): selections from John of the Mountains: Unpublished Journals of John Muir, edited by Linnie Marsh Wolfe, 1938 (via the Sierra Club)


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Satellite image of Rim Fire (below) and American Fire, California: photo by Jeff Schmaltz/NASA Earth Observatory, 23 August 2013 (NASA)


A bear and her cub cross a road near the boundary of Yosemite National Park during massive wildfires: photo by Noah Berger/EPA via The Guardian, 25 August 2013

Yosemite California Wildfire

Trees burn in a burnout fire as firefighters continue to battle the Rim Fire near Yosemite National Park, California, on Sunday, 25 August 2013. Fire crews are clearing brush and setting sprinklers to protect two groves of giant sequoias as a massive week-old wildfire rages along the remote northwest edge of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via The Weather Channel, 25 August 2013

Yosemite California Wildfire

The Rim Fire burns near Yosemite National Park, California on Saturday, 24 August 2013. Fire crews are clearing brush and setting sprinklers to protect two groves of giant sequoias as a massive week-old wildfire rages along the remote northwest edge of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via The Weather Channel, 25 August 2013 

Yosemite California Wildfire

A forest smolders as the Rim Fire continues to burn near Yosemite National Park, California, on Saturday, 24 August 2013. Fire crews are clearing brush and setting sprinklers to protect two groves of giant sequoias as a massive week-old wildfire rages along the remote northwest edge of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via The Weather Channel, 25 August 2013

Yosemite California Wildfire

The Rim Fire burns near Yosemite National Park, California: photo by US Forest Service/AP, 24 August 2013

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A burned tree stands near state Highway 120 as the sun rises through a heavy smoke from the Rim Fire near Yosemite National Park, Calif., on Sunday, 25 August 2013. With winds gusting to 50 mph on Sierra mountain ridges and flames jumping from treetop to treetop, hundreds of firefighters have been deployed to protect this and other communities in the path of the Rim Fire raging north of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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Power lines are faintly seen through the smoke generated by the Rim Fire near Yosemite National Park, California, on Sunday, 25 August 2013. With winds gusting to 50 mph on Sierra mountain ridges and flames jumping from treetop to treetop, hundreds of firefighters have been deployed to protect this and other communities in the path of the Rim Fire raging north of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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A plume of smoke rises from the Rim Fire near Yosemite National Park, California, on Sunday, 25 August 2013. With winds gusting to 50 mph on Sierra mountain ridges and flames jumping from treetop to treetop, hundreds of firefighters have been deployed to protect this and other communities in the path of the Rim Fire raging north of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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A pall of smoke rises from smoldering trees as firefighters continue to battle the Rim Fire near Yosemite National Park, California, on Sunday, 25 August 2013. With winds gusting to 50 mph on Sierra mountain ridges and flames jumping from treetop to treetop, hundreds of firefighters have been deployed to protect this and other communities in the path of the Rim Fire raging north of Yosemite National Park: photo by Jae C. Hong/AP via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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A firefighter battles the Rim Fire outside of Yosemite National Park in Groveland, California, 24 August 2013. With the fire threatening resources used to provide water and electricity to San Francisco, on 23 August California Governor Edmund G. Brown Jr. extended a state of emergency to cover the city and county of San Francisco: photo by Noah Berger/EPA via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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Flames from the Rim Fire consume a tree on Evergreen Road outside Yosemite National Park near Groveland, California, 24 August 2013. With the fire threatening resources used to provide water and electricity to San Francisco, on 23 August California Governor Edmund G. Brown Jr. extended a state of emergency to cover the city and county of San Francisco: photo by Noah Berger/EPA via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

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A cow passes a flare-up of the Rim Fire near the Yosemite National Park border in Groveland, California, California on 24 August 2013. With the fire threatening resources used to provide water and electricity to San Francisco, on Friday California Governor Edmund G. Brown Jr. extended a state of emergency to cover the city and county of San Francisco: photo by Noah Berger/EPA via San Jose Mercury News, 25 August 2013

Photo take by  Dusty Vaughn, Stanislaus National Forest Recreation Specialist on the Groveland Ranger District.

Rim Fire: photo by US Forest Service, 24 August 2013



Merced River, Yosemite Valley, California
: photo by Carleton E. Watkins, from the series Landmarks of Yosemite National Park and Pacific Coast views, California, c. 1865; image restoration by trialsanderrors, 2010 (Library of Congress)


Yosemite National Park, California. Tuolumne River, viewed from the center of Hetch Hetchy Valley. Photo by J.N. LeConte, 1906.

Tuolomne River, viewed from the center of Hetch Hetchy Valley, Yosemite National Park: photo by J. N. LeConte, 1906 (US Geological Survey Photographic Library)

Yosemite National Park, California. Vernal Fall. September 1897.

Vernal Fall, Yosemite National Park: photo by C. D. Walcott, September 1897 (US Geological Survey Photographic Library)

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Vernal Fall, 300 feet, Yosemite: photo by Carleton E. Watkins, 1858; image by Howcheng, 1 January 2009 from Dialog Among Giants: Carleton Watkins (J. Paul Getty Center, 2008)

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Ulysses S. Grant, 71 Feet in Circumference, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite, No. 87. The seated individual is Eadweard Muybridge: photo by Carleton E. Watkins, 1867; image by Howcheng, 1 January 2009 from Dialog Among Giants: Carleton Watkins (J. Paul Getty Center, 2008


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The Wawona tree, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite Valley, California.
The tunnel was cut in 1881; the tree collapsed in 1969. Its estimated age was 2,300 years: photo (half of a stereograph) by Keystone View Company, c. 15 June 1918; image by Durova, 2 September 2008 (Library of Congress)


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Galen Clark, first guardian of Yosemite, in front of the Grizzly Giant Tree, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park: photo by Carleton E. Watkins, c. 1858-9 (Oakland Museum of California)




John Muir: photo by Francis M. Fritz, 1907 (Bancroft Library, University of California)


To the High Mountains
 
July 8

Toward sundown we reached Hazel Green, a charming spot on the summit of the dividing ridge between the basins of the Merced and Tuolumne, where there is a small brook flowing through hazel and dogwood thickets beneath magnificent silver firs and pines. Here we are camped for the night, our big fire, heaped high with rosiny logs and branches, is blazing like a sunrise, gladly giving back the light slowly sifted from the sunbeams of centuries of summers; and in the glow of that old sunlight how impressively surrounding objects are brought forward in relief against the outer darkness! Grasses, larkspurs, columbines, lilies, hazel bushes, and the great trees form a circle around the fire like thoughtful spectators, gazing and listening with human-like enthusiasm. The night breeze is cool, for all day we have been climbing into the upper sky, the home of the cloud mountains we so long have admired. How sweet and keen the air! Every breath a blessing. Here the sugar pine reaches its fullest development in size and beauty and number of individuals, filling every swell and hollow and down-plunging ravine almost to the exclusion of other species. A few yellow pines are still to be found as companions, and in the coolest places silver firs; but noble as these are, the sugar pine is king, and spreads long protecting arms above them while they rock and wave in sign of recognition.

We have now reached a height of six thousand feet. In the forenoon we passed along a flat part of the dividing ridge that is planted with manzanita (Arctostaphylos), some specimens the largest I have seen. I measured one, the bole of which is four feet in diameter and only eighteen inches high from the ground, where it dissolves into many wide-spreading branches forming a broad round head about ten or twelve feet high, covered with clusters of small narrow-throated pink bells. The leaves are pale green, glandular, and set on edge by a twist of the petiole. The branches seem naked; for the chocolate-colored bark is very smooth and thin, and is shed off in flakes that curl when dry. The wood is red, close-grained, hard, and heavy. I wonder how old these curious tree-bushes are, probably as old as the great pines. Indians and bears and birds and fat grubs feast on the berries, which look like small apples, often rosy on one side, green on the other. The Indians are said to make a kind of beer or cider out of them. There are many species. This one, Arctostaphylos pungens, is common hereabouts. No need have they to fear the wind, so low they are and steadfastly rooted. Even the fires that sweep the woods seldom destroy them utterly, for they rise again from the root, and some of the dry ridges they grow on are seldom touched by fire. I must try to know them better.

I miss my river songs to-night. Here Hazel Creek at its topmost springs has a voice like a bird. The wind-tones in the great trees overhead are strangely impressive, all the more because not a leaf stirs below them. But it grows late, and I must to bed. The camp is silent; everybody asleep. It seems extravagant to spend hours so precious in sleep. "He giveth his beloved sleep." Pity the poor beloved needs it, weak, weary, forspent; oh, the pity of it, to sleep in the midst of eternal, beautiful motion instead of gazing forever, like the stars.

John Muir: from My First Summer in the Sierra (1911), Chapter Four: To the High Mountains


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Fire-scarred Clothespin Tree (Giant Sequoia)
(Sequoiadendron giganteum), at 6220 feet, Clothespin Tree Trail, Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park: photo by Walter Siegmund, 10 May 2006

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Sierra Point, Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park. This photo was taken from the top of Vernal Fall in rain. It looks like a Chinese painting: photo by Wingcgi Poon, 4 April 2013