At dawn its majesty is almost painful to behold. That same prehistoric look. The look of always. Nature smiling at herself in the mirror of eternity….
Were there once two moons? Why not? There are mountains that have lost their scalps, streams that boil under the high snows. Now and then the earth rumbles, to level a city or open a new vein of gold.
At night the boulevard is studded with ruby eyes.
And what is there to match a faun as it leaps the void? Toward eventime, when nothing speaks, when the mysterious hush descends, envelops all, says all.
Hunter, put down your gun! It is not the slain which accuse you, but the silence, the emptiness. You blaspheme.
I see the one who dreamed it all as he rides beneath the stars. Silently he enters the forest. Each twig, each fallen leaf, a world beyond all knowing. Through the ragged foliage the splintered light scatters gems of fancy; huge heads emerge, the remains of stolen giants.
‘‘My horse! My land! My kingdom!’ The babble of idiots.
Moving with the night, horse and rider inhale deep draughts of pine, of camphor, of eucalyptus. Peace spreads its naked wings.
Was it ever meant to be otherwise?…
And ever the sea recedes. Moon drag. To the west, new land, new figures of earth. Dreamers, outlaws, forerunners. Advancing toward the other world of long ago and far away, the world of yesterday and tomorrow. The world within the world.
From what realm of light were we shadows who darken the earth spawned?“
-Henry Miller- 1957
So here’s the deal: a huge redwood tree that’s over 200′ tall and estimated to be over 500 years old that stood in front of Henry Miller library in Big Sur California fell in December it’s currently being chainsaw milled and the slabs are being sold. By all accounts the wood looks to be incredible with beautiful figuring that’s wide enough to make a beautiful dining/boardroom/anything table. It’s location is within 100′ of one of my most favorite places to stay in the world Deetjens Big Sur Inn. It’s location is set on the edge of the earth with other worldly views of the Pacific Ocean that tease you steps off of highway 1 through windows formed by redwood trees that have spent their lives standing tall against the strong Pacific storms.
So who is with me? A road trip? I can provide the truck and trailer all we need is a wad of cash and we can buy enough wood to fill that trailer, stay out there for a few days soak up a little of the magic that lives out there and then bring it back home build some furniture and try not to fuck up what mother nature has already perfected. With wood like that you can’t hope to make it better than what it is, all you can hope to achieve is to represent even a small amount of the magic that resides within every growth ring of that tree.