“Because this is not the time to retreat into nature poetry.”

The post title comes from a reader’s comment on this post a few weeks back over at Creek Running North. See also the response here. I thought of that exchange this morning on a satisfying photo-tramp through Purgatory Natural Area in San Marcos, also of this:

“If you will cling to Nature, to the simple in Nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiderable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you, not in your intellect, perhaps, which lags marveling behind, but in your inmost consciousness, waking and cognizance.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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