Wednesday, September 28, 2011

the wild lands

The wild lands were not what we expected, there, as we came out of the forest under a crescent moon, into a landscape white with snow, so carefully curated that each and every tree seemed hand-placed, pruned into shape. We had wandered in the in between lands of the woods for weeks, or for years, it was hard to tell which, for certain, when one is not yet to the wild lands but is well beyond the borders of civilization. When the woods had begun to thin, it was not certain if the instructions had been accurate, the wild lands were not so very different from home at first glance. The differences were slow to appear, then gathered momentum, until a Welcome to the Wild Lands sign would have been wholly redundant.

reading1493 : uncovering the new world Columbus created / Charles C. Mann. 

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autumn, Indian summer monsoons