A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. ~John Muir
The colors of this picture are really beautiful. Not sure I totally agree with Mr. Muir, but I understand his intent. I think it's the people in those places that get far off from God, not the places themselves. But, that doesn't matter- the picture is great!!
Beautiful photo, and LOVE the text you added. Strong winds in the trees have always invigorated me. As a child, I loved huddling on our front porch in a thunderstorm feeling the wind whipping and seeing lightening flare. So much power and beauty.
