tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87171252123727102412012-02-16T01:31:37.188-08:00<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Brought into right relationships with the wilderness, man would see that his appropriation of Earth's resources beyond his personal needs would only bring imbalance <br>and beget ultimate loss and poverty for all.<br> -- John Muirtreebeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703527379958971944noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717125212372710241.post-44556315447992835292009-08-07T14:01:00.000-07:002009-08-07T14:06:15.190-07:00<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjNqlhPFc4Y&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjNqlhPFc4Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />The great story of our glorious civilisation on the Northamerican continent<br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717125212372710241-4455631544799283529?l=treebeardie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>treebeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703527379958971944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717125212372710241.post-58516110630859008842009-07-08T12:26:00.000-07:002009-07-09T06:35:37.614-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.solstice.us/abbey/industrial_tourism.html"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_gA7bFBwwo/SlT6572ti4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/dpZnhR7w_cU/s320/ed-clr.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356181730077019010" /></a><br /><p>We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to <i>live like men.</i> <br /><br />The sun went down and the light mellowed over the sand and distance and hoodoo rocks "pinnacled dim in the intense inane." A few stars appeared, scattered liberally through space. The solitary owl called.<br /><br />Finally the moon came up, a golden globe behind the rocky fretwork of the horizon, a full and delicate moon that floated lightly as a leaf upon the dark slow current of the night. A face that watched me from the other side.<br /><br />The air grew cool. I put on boots and shirt, stuffed some cheese and raisins in my pocket, and went for a walk. The moon was high enough to cast a good light when I reached the place where the gray jeep had first come into view. I could see the tracks of its wheels quite plainly in the sand and the route was well marked, not only by the tracks but by the survey stakes planted in the ground at regular fifty-foot intervals and by streamers of plastic ribbon tied to the brush and trees.<br /><br />Teamwork, that's what made America what it is today. Teamwork and initiative. The survey crew had done their job; I would do mine. For about five miles I followed the course of their survey back toward headquarters, and as I went I pulled up each little wooden stake and threw it away, and cut all the bright ribbons from the bushes and hid them under a rock. A futile effort, in the long run, but it made me feel good. Then I went home to the trailer, taking a shortcut over the bluffs. </p> <center><p style="font-size:150%"> From <a href="http://greenprophet.com/2009/01/15/6037/edward-abbeys-desert-solitaire/"><i>Desert Solitaire</i></a>, by <a href="http://home2.btconnect.com/tipiglen/abbey.html">Ed Abbey</a></p></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717125212372710241-5851611063085900884?l=treebeardie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>treebeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06703527379958971944noreply@blogger.com4