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Jul. 17th, 2012 09:39 pmThe forest contains mystery, magic, chaos.
Baba Yaga wanders the forests of Eastern Europe. Natty Bumppo (Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett) roams the colonies of what will become the United States. Hermia and Helena, Lysander and Demetrius, all take to the wood outside Athens, where things change. Young Tim Stoutheart, Tim son of Jack, takes to the Great Forest beyond Tree, beyond where the blossies grow and where the ironwoods -- and the dragons -- keep their silence, to avenge his father and save his mother.
And in Washington, the Douglas firs can and do hide any number of mysteries and sins. In the forests of Washington, the owls are not what they seem. In the forests of Washington, the Black Lodge lives.
(So does the White Lodge, but no one ever wants to know much about the White Lodge.)
It is easier -- it is often easier -- in the cities and towns carved and claimed out of the forest. Less chaos, more order. And when the trees are Douglas firs, the sweet scent carries through an open window, bringing with it dreams.
No one ever promises those dreams will be sweet.
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There is history, in this place, and so the manifestation is as pleasant, as ordered, as it can be: a path laid out in gray flagstones (with the stones arranged in sizes according to the Golden Ratio), with young Douglas firs lining it, leading to a small fountain where black and white koi swim, one of each, chasing each other.
The firs give way, around the fountain; they are replaced by bushes blooming with white roses, scentless. (The only scent on the air is fir; that is very important.)
Two chairs sit beside the fountain, a small table between them, a table with a white cloth and a tea service waiting.
And with his back to the path, observing the koi, stands a tall, thin man, with wild black hair, wearing a robe that pools gracefully around his invisible feet. The hands clasped behind him have the whiteness of alabaster, and seem just as carved.
Baba Yaga wanders the forests of Eastern Europe. Natty Bumppo (Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett) roams the colonies of what will become the United States. Hermia and Helena, Lysander and Demetrius, all take to the wood outside Athens, where things change. Young Tim Stoutheart, Tim son of Jack, takes to the Great Forest beyond Tree, beyond where the blossies grow and where the ironwoods -- and the dragons -- keep their silence, to avenge his father and save his mother.
And in Washington, the Douglas firs can and do hide any number of mysteries and sins. In the forests of Washington, the owls are not what they seem. In the forests of Washington, the Black Lodge lives.
(So does the White Lodge, but no one ever wants to know much about the White Lodge.)
It is easier -- it is often easier -- in the cities and towns carved and claimed out of the forest. Less chaos, more order. And when the trees are Douglas firs, the sweet scent carries through an open window, bringing with it dreams.
No one ever promises those dreams will be sweet.
There is history, in this place, and so the manifestation is as pleasant, as ordered, as it can be: a path laid out in gray flagstones (with the stones arranged in sizes according to the Golden Ratio), with young Douglas firs lining it, leading to a small fountain where black and white koi swim, one of each, chasing each other.
The firs give way, around the fountain; they are replaced by bushes blooming with white roses, scentless. (The only scent on the air is fir; that is very important.)
Two chairs sit beside the fountain, a small table between them, a table with a white cloth and a tea service waiting.
And with his back to the path, observing the koi, stands a tall, thin man, with wild black hair, wearing a robe that pools gracefully around his invisible feet. The hands clasped behind him have the whiteness of alabaster, and seem just as carved.
