Thursday, June 24, 2010

Redwoods. Silence. Goodness.

Hushed. The three-note call of a single bird. Hushed again. Even our footsteps were swallowed by the immensity of the place. My son and I entered the Armstrong Redwoods Reserve chattering and then found ourselves whispering. Finally, we fell silent. Read more.


Anonymous said...

I was there once too. I like to say that it was the quietest place that I've ever heard.

Diane Silver said...

Amen to that.