This is an ongoing series.
It is unlike any forest on Earth. It is of another time, another era, belonging to animals long since gone. To walk under the canopy of these forested giants is to confront the very smallness of our existence. They loom, not in dominance, but in the grace note of the forever. They should be called thus the forever tree. But it is not so. The redwood groves of today are but a trace of what once was a vast coastal range stretching the length of the Pacific Ocean. A few isolated groves are all that's left of a tree that can only die by wind or saw. It is up to our species to steward these last remaining giants.
