Sequoia


We’ve spent the summer taking the mud pit we inherited with our hundred-year-old house, and transforming it into an oasis. Now we have grass to lie in, and we spend the summer evenings staring up into the Giant Sequoia towering above us. When the sun is about to set, saturated and golden, we feel as if we are gazing up into a giant Georgia O’Keefe painting.

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  • August 15, 2006 - 7:56 pm

    Jeffrey Overstreet - There is a particular awe I feel in woods like these. I felt it while watching Terrence Malick’s “The New World.” I feel it looking at this picture. Trees are some of God’s best words. They say so much, so quietly, with such authority. This photo captures a volume full of the speech that a tree can, as the psalmist says, “pour forth.”

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