WHITEBARK PINE Dieback in South Wallowas

WHITEBARK PINE Dieback in South Wallowas (VI.27.2010) [ click photo for next . . . ]

Whitebark Pines are in trouble around the mountains
of the Northwest. For me, they have become a sentinel species
because they are not only the grandest and, in my view, most
beautiful of pines to reach the upper limits of treeline—even
in death the sun-bleached white snags stand tall for centuries—
but also, like wounded watchful elders, these Nestors of the
high-country
are sounding a dire message of warning.


This p/p DIALOGUE RESOURCE PAGE is a gathering together
of films that might help us listen to what the Whitebarks are saying.
It is also a kind of mirror of ourselves, as we reflect upon our own
response to what we see.

| see also my p/p DIALOGUE PAGE: WORLD WITHOUT NUCLEAR |

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On the road in the American Northwest.



LIFE WITHOUT ETHICS?

There's not much science in ethics;

But then, there's not much
ethics in science, either.




TREES & THE CREATIVE NOW

Trees long ago solved this problem of relationship between
the legacy of their past with the creative present
by folding their past ever-deeper within themselves.

So the tree stands upon its past for strength, for flexibility
and for endurance, while the creative present continues
to grow and expand out into the surrounding space as a
vibrantly alive thin layer of generative cells.

What a marvelous example we have in trees.



WHERE THE SUN NEVER SETS ON GREED

Ah, Nature in spring . . .

The blue skies of love making, nesting

and frolicking about.

BUT BEWARE: Never far away

are the Captains of Industry, of deliberate scarcity,

of the 24/7-world where the sun never sets on greed,

A tree falls, already dead,

in a meadow unwitnessed,

and the whole world hears its sound.



BEFORE THE COMING DAWN

Before the coming dawn

when the Earth speaks in whispers, if at all,

when the sound of the river is muted,

a solitary robin marks the coming morning

with its song,

a bit out of tune, perhaps,

but what does it matter?

We all sing with the voices that were given us,

and that is the beauty of the world.

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(created: VII.29.2012)