|The "Coming Home" Tree|
…Our resting house was so dirty that I preferred sleeping outside; on these journeys the first night is generally very uncomfortable, because one is not accustomed to the tickling and biting of the fleas. I am sure, in the morning, there was not a space on my legs of the size of a shilling, which had not its little red mark where the flea had feasted.
- Charles Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle
|Dogwood in Winchester, Illinois|
|Thistle at the edge of the abyss|
|Forsythia by our front door|
We spent the day on the summit, and I never enjoyed one more thoroughly. Chile, bounded by the Andes and the Pacific, was seen as in [sic] a map. The pleasure from the scenery, in itself beautiful, was heightened by the many reflections which arose from the mere view of the Campana range with its lesser parallel ones, and of the broad valley of Quillota directly intersecting them. Who can avoid wondering at the force which has upheaved these mountains, and even more so at the countless ages which it must have required, to have broken through, removed, and leveled whole masses of them?
|Mountain ridge, New Mexico|
|Trillium ready to burst open|
|Bee on trout lily|
|Only flower child!|