Hushed. The three-note call of a single bird. Hushed again. Even our footsteps were swallowed by the immensity of the place. My son and I entered the Armstrong Redwoods Reserve chattering and then found ourselves whispering. Finally, we fell silent.
I’ve returned from California with a bundle of new leads on paying work, a multitude of ideas, a revised plan for The Goodness Project (more on that later) and a sense of quiet. First the ocean, then the redwoods. Amazing.
I took this photo on Tuesday at the reserve, which is about a mile from my son’s house. No wonder he delights in living up there.