11/8/20
Today I visited my site pretty late in the evening, and I got to watch the clouds turn pink through the red maple trees to the West. It is wild to think that the sun now sets at 4:30. It feels like winter is coming fast, and yet today was 70˚! The yellow birches in my site have lost their leaves entirely, but the hemlocks and eastern white pines still keep the area looking dark and green. The marsh to the East is very brown and dry, and birds are still singing across the wetland.
My Event Map:
I often think trees with no leaves give us a glimpse of the magic
that is underneath
and in between the soil.
The roots that talk in a language we don’t understand,
a language we denounce
a language we’re afraid of.
Sources:
Hinchman, H. (1999). A trail through leaves: The journal as a path to place. New York: W.W. Norton.