Samuel P. Taylor

Samuel P. Taylor.... Dust rises from what was not a fall, but from a popularity contest.

When the sound of running water is prevalent, Samuel P. comes to mind. The only drama there is what inches of water get to bounce off the rocks first, even though it all gets a turn. There's something about the red woods that manipulates the world into something gorgeous again. The trees are as tall as gods, they'll make you believe anything because they've achieved such heights and go to such lengths to maintain the perfect ecosystem for all of the entities around. 

Thinking of Samuel P. is one of the easiest ways to calm down because even though that place burned partially in wild fires, it never lost its resilience. We are mere beings that take for our selfish selves and here is a place that contributes unspeakable amounts that have hardly been thanked for.

Samuel P. Taylor ascends over its own hills, though trails, beyond the sparks of campfires. And what ever salmon has the audacity and desire to flea down stream during high tide, I hope they know, they are all so also part of something sacred.

~Tina Meeks