Sunday, September 16, 2007


Allen stands inside one of the redwoods at Pfeiffer State Park in Big Sur.

Everything at Big Sur humbles you, reminds you of your smallness.


Anonymous said...

How could we dare to cut one of these trees down? It seems an inhuman act to kill such beautiful evidence of struggle, survival, and growth, and yet people do, if not here, in rain forests. Allen must have felt like he'd eaten the wrong mushroom or teacake to find himself in this Alice in Wonderland scene come to life. Teagrapple Rae

emmapeelDallas said...

How incredibly beautiful...thanks for posting the pics, Theresa...I've only been to Big Sur once, a zillion years ago, but I agree with what you said, that everything at Big Sur humbles us and reminds us of our smallness...and that is a good thing, I think...




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