A couple of weeks ago I wrote about why I called the blog “Green Eggs and Ham.” Today I’m writing about the picture that appears at the top of my posts.
I took the picture in the Adirondack High Peaks of New York. There’s a trail that runs below Wallface Mountain through a gap called Indian Pass. It’s a rugged trail, winding through a jumble of boulders fallen from the cliffs of Wallface over the centuries. Coming around a bend, one confronts this view. The trail doesn’t go under those boulders. It bends to the left.
But, to go through that passage, under that massive boulder, you would have to bend down. You would have to go down and come back up. That jagged hole is a door. You can’t see but a hint of what’s on the other side. It’s probably more of the same. But you don’t know until you go down, in, back up and out. Something might change. Something might be different. You might be different.
That pass below the cliffs of Wallface is a harsh environment. The birch trees you can see in the picture look like claws clinging to the rocks, sending their roots to find earth and nourishment. If you look closely, life is everywhere. Moss, lichens and other small plants cover the rocks. Life is persistent, adaptive. The spaces between the rocks provide shelter for hidden creatures.
That’s all I’ll say. You may see something else.
There is always more.