In Dewy Damps

When I was nearly five in the fall of 1975, my family moved from Seattle to Sappho, Washington, near Forks. Recently, on my way to Forks, with Imogen asleep in the back of the car and a camera on hand, I drove up the road we lived on.

Two of my favorite bigleaf maple trees are still standing, covered in chartreuse moss and old man's beard lichen:

One is partly hollow so that my sister and dad and I could go inside if we crouched down.

The other held a beloved handmade swing.

I'm amazed and happy they're both still alive and reminded to be thankful for the abundance of nature and this enchanted place in the landscape of my childhood.