{"id":1345,"date":"2014-01-30T16:28:05","date_gmt":"2014-01-30T16:28:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=1345"},"modified":"2014-01-30T16:28:05","modified_gmt":"2014-01-30T16:28:05","slug":"the-daily-forest-report-january-30-2014-the-sound-of-snow-falling-and-a-look-to-the-east","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=1345","title":{"rendered":"The Daily Forest Report January 30, 2014 The Sound of Snow Falling\u2026 And a Look to the East"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One by one, the notes of a silent symphony<br \/>\nFall from beginning to end<br \/>\nIn choruses of voices, buffeted in awe,<br \/>\nTo cover the same old ground again.<\/p>\n<p>Only where power lines link the remnants&#8211;<br \/>\nCity to city, and town to town&#8211;<br \/>\nOf our past comforts\u2026<br \/>\nAre heard the groans of fading beasts brought down.<\/p>\n<p>That old oppression crawls to horizons<br \/>\nWhile we all raise our heads,<br \/>\nLooking from places wherever we stood,<br \/>\nCountless times with that age-old dread.<\/p>\n<p>But the ineffable shine of these newfound eyes<br \/>\nLights memories in breast and beast;<br \/>\nSearching these shivers of novelty,<br \/>\nWe turn around from West to East\u2026<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.18.05-AM.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.18.05-AM.png\" alt=\"Screen Shot 2014-01-30 at 8.18.05 AM\" width=\"1370\" height=\"695\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1346\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.18.05-AM.png 1370w, https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.18.05-AM-300x152.png 300w, https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.18.05-AM-1024x519.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1370px) 100vw, 1370px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Something shifted; our load was lightened in countless subtle ways. I&#8217;m falling down on my old reliance on poetry because all the important stuff is found in the spaces between the words. Words make shapes and containers for readers to fill themselves\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday it was snowing and the very air was thick with silent knowing. But from a half-mile away, approaching the high voltage lines, we could clearly hear the crackle and buzz of our own worn-out minds.<\/p>\n<p>A mule deer stood to greet us, brave and trusting, testing our newfound senses. I reached for pictures and missed, while Sitka leapt the fences. She gave chase in a brief moment of curiosity, but was quickly reabsorbed by the soothing luminosity\u2026 she understands: good dog; happy man.<\/p>\n<p>Is that the same old rising sun, or a different one\u2026 altogether?<br \/>\nThe past was always broken and scattered; it never really mattered\u2026 right?<br \/>\nI know I&#8217;ve tamed that struggling beast, turned to the east and weathered<br \/>\nThat darkest chill, that in time would tell\u2026 was just us turning on the light.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.16.14-AM.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.16.14-AM.png\" alt=\"Screen Shot 2014-01-30 at 8.16.14 AM\" width=\"976\" height=\"708\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1347\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.16.14-AM.png 976w, https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Screen-Shot-2014-01-30-at-8.16.14-AM-300x217.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 976px) 100vw, 976px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One by one, the notes of a silent symphony Fall from beginning to end In choruses of voices, buffeted in awe, To cover the same old ground again. 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