"I went to the woods . . .."

Into the Ancient Forest — Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park

What might he have thought had Thoreau made it to the redwoods? From one of the many trails in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park, just after dawn, when the spiders' webs between trees remained intact, the light was strong but warm and soft, and all the sounds of the woods were laid low in the quiet.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.."

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A path through a forest

Greg arrived at Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park alone at first light, the coastal fog settling into the canopy above, and titled the resulting panorama "Went to the Woods" — the Thoreau line that names the reason anyone with a camera and a permit wakes at 4 a.m. to stand in a redwood forest. Prairie Creek is the old-growth coast, the Holocene forest as it looked before the 19th century, the trees growing in an ecology of fog and alluvial flat that no other climate system produces. This medium format panorama assembles multiple frames into a composition that captures the full depth of the forest — near trunks sharp and deeply furrowed, far trunks dissolving into the fog that feeds them. The fog was not weather; it was the forest breathing.

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