Last November, I posted a digital story called A Mind in the Forest, which was my initial foray into using art, soul, memory and a day trip in the cause of the great old forests of my home territory in the central Cascade Mountains of Oregon.
About ten days ago, Dave Stone, President of Friends of Douglas-fir National Monument, took my husband Peter and me up Quartzville Creek, the spine of the proposed area to be set aside as a national monument.
It was early February, misty, a bit foggy, not really cold—pretty much what you’d expect of the winter forest. It had rained the week before, and all the creeks were packed down, full, and overflowing with running water; so beautiful all I did was place my iPhone tripod at random on a log and take video. I couldn’t miss.
In this video, I talk about and show my mother’s ecstatic nature because that’s what I felt—over the top joy, my lungs full of oxygen rich air, my ears full of the sound of running water.
I also took some still photos, so here is a small portfolio.
I post this for your pleasure, but if you are so moved to donate, please mention my story. Thanks. http://www.douglasfirnationalmonument.org
The Secret Cave 
The Wild Forest 
Slowing down for Panther Falls 
Mist in the Douglas-firs 
Yellow Bottom Bedrock 
Sweet Coltsfoot 
Bend in the River 
Mossy Rock 
Log Jam 
Hidden Glen 
Quartzville Creek in Winter 
Green Pool at Yellow Bottom