Sitting, as I do often these days, surveying this world around me, I am without fail moved with a full measure of awe by how much LIFE I can see when I look upon the tidal Maine river I live on. I can see nearly six miles of it, up and down, and what most strikes me is the trees – millions and millions of trees, leafy and needled, standing amid ferns and mosses, bark patched with lichens, holed by and home to birds and mammals and zillions of insects, all here within my view.
