MY FORM OF PATRIOTISM: GREAT FLAGS OF VINE MAPLE DECORATE THE FORESTS OF OREGON.
VINE MAPLE SHOWING ITS COLORS
THIS TREE, STANDING TALL BY ITSELF, STRUCK ME AS A SYMBOL OF ALL OF US WHO STAND FOR WHAT WE ARE, AND WHAT WE BELIEVE, AND WHAT WE KNOW OUR COUNTRY CAN BE.
ALLOWED TO REMAIN AFTER IT'S USE IS GONE, A COUNTRY STORE SITS QUIETLY IN THE WOODS JUST OFF THE HIGHWAY, LITTLE KNOWN TO NEWCOMERS. IT STILL ADDS PERSONALITY TO THE LANDSCAPE AND REMINDS US OF OUR HERITAGE.
BORDERING THE OREGON FORESTS AND PASTURELANDS BLAZE THEIR LIGHT ALL AROUND. THEY STAND TALL AND STRAIGHT AS OUR PIONEERS WHO DEVELOPED THE LAND.
POPLAR TREES STAND TALL AND STRAIGHT, BLAZING THEIR LIGHT ALL AROUND.
WINDING WAY OFF THE HIGHWAY, THROUGH FARMLANDS AND GRASS FIELDS, SITS HARRIS COVERED BRIDGE. BESIDE IT IS THE PASTORAL BEAUTY OF HARRIS CREEK.
VINE MAPLE SHARES THE FOREST FLOOR, SUPPORTING THE TALL TREES THAT RISE OUT OF IT. THEY ACCOMDATE EACH OTHER.
JUST OFF THE COAST, A ROAD WINDS UPWARD THROUGH FORESTS, BYPASSING THE LITTLE OLD TOWN OF ONA, OREGON, JUST A MARK ON A MAP NOW. THE ROAD GOES ON THROUGH HEAVY GREENERY AND AUTUMN COLOR AND FINALLY BRINGS THE TRAVELER BACK TO THE COAST HIGHWAY AND CIVILIZATION.
A LITTLE BIT OF SATIRE CREPT INTO THE TITLE OF THIS PICTURE AND THE NEXT. BESIDE HEALTHY, PROUD, FLOURISHING FORESTS ARE DEAD SPACES WHERE THE LAND HAS BEEN MUTILATED BY CLEAR CUTTING.
ALTHOUGH I LOVE OREGON AND ITS BLUE SKIES I AM SADDENED BY THE ENDLESS AND SENSELESS DEMOLISHING OF IT. A TALL OLD FOREST WITH ITS LUSH UNDERGROWTH OF WILD PLANTS AND ANIMALS CAN NEVER BE REPLACED BY PLANTING SAPLINGS.
IN THE OREGON VALLEYS, PASTURES AND GRASS SEED FIELDS ABOUND. EVERY SPARE CLEARED GROUND IS GIVEN TO GRAZING OR RAISING. THE FORESTS CREEP UP TO THE EDGES BUT DON'T VERY OFTEN GET IN THE WAY OF AGRICULTURE.