#forest

anonymiss@despora.de

#California’s mountains are too warm for some trees to survive. Inside these ‘zombie forests’

source: https://www.latimes.com/environment/story/2023-11-02/california-sierra-nevada-zombie-forest

“I always say to my people when I’m working out there that what we do for Mother Nature is we give her a pedicure, a manicure; we even try to clean her up a little bit. But she’s going to the ball in the springtime; she’s going to put on her own dress. When you give her the opportunity, she knows how to dress herself up. That’s the whole difference between what the Native American did with the land and what the European American does to the land — is we put back. We give back.”

#natives #environment #nature #climate #future #forest #problem #tree #usa #news #america

anonymiss@despora.de

The #Amazon #Jungle is one of the few tipping points where #humanity can still actively intervene to weaken #climate #change. Unfortunately, the Amazon is still being destroyed and not adequately protected. In view of the fact that nothing less than the survival of humanity and our civilization is at stake, it is beyond comprehension why no significant efforts are being made by the global community to protect it.


#environment #rainforest #forest #nature #protection #earth #future #protest #emissions #co2 #politics

lmsvater@friendica.a-zwenkau.de

Ich hatte selbst oft grillenhafte Stunden.

Der Kranich nach der Heimat strebt.

Man sieht sich leicht an Wald und Feldern satt.

Und ach! entrollst du gar ein würdig Pergamen,

#myphoto

#Natur, #nature, #Grille, #Wald, #forest

FAUST:
Doch ist es jedem eingeboren,
Dass sein Gefühl hinauf und vorwärts dringt,
Wenn über uns, im blauen Raum verloren,
Ihr schmetternd Lied die Lerche singt;
Wenn über schroffen Fichtenhöhen
Der Adler ausgebreitet schwebt,
Und über Flächen, über Seen,
Der Kranich nach der Heimat strebt.

WAGNER:
Ich hatte selbst oft grillenhafte Stunden,
Doch solchen Trieb hab ich noch nie empfunden.
Man sieht sich leicht an Wald und Feldern satt;
Des Vogels Fittich werd ich nie beneiden.
Wie anders tragen uns die Geistesfreuden,
Von Buch zu Buch, von Blatt zu Blatt!
Da werden Winternächte hold und schön,
Ein selig Leben wärmet alle Glieder,
Und ach! entrollst du gar ein würdig Pergamen,
So steigt der ganze Himmel zu dir nieder.

FAUST:
Du bist dir nur des einen Triebs bewusst;
O lerne nie den andern kennen!
Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust,
Die eine will sich von der andern trennen;
Die eine hält, in derber Liebeslust,
Sich an die Welt, mit klammernden Organen;
Die andre hebt gewaltsam sich vom Dust
Zu den Gefilden hoher Ahnen.

#FaustByGoethe, Vers 1092 - 1117

jaywink@jasonrobinson.me

And another #forest is put to the ground, enforced by the #Helsinki police department, dragging protesters to jail, with the city threatening to sue the protesters, many of them local residents, for financial disruption.

The forest is a natural forest (natural as in not a forest field, which almost every forest in #Finland is, contrary to what even most Finnish people believe - yay for forest industry propaganda) with trees aging up to 400 years, home to many species of which 17 are classed as endangered, standing in the way of new houses. Houses the city planned to build here 20 years ago. The plans which have been questioned more and more by various environmental institutions. The city itself if in progress is evaluating the plans, yet at the same time other departments are pushing through cutting the forest down. This is very typical #Finnish bureucratic mentality - "we made these plans damnit, we're sticking to them, even if it burns our house to the ground".

This forest is called "Stansvik", and it will soon be another piece of nature lost to the greed of humanity. You can find more about it via https://stansvik.info/ (Finnish only).

#stansvik

libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

A #forest is a #poem
in a language of life, of action.
Symbiotic swell into echoing song.
Bright catalytic light, dark layers of still
nurturing long decay, fragrant rhythms
tune to animal play and parry,
seeds join in emergent glee, new forms
for old, set in sound and fury.
Forest
the word itself carries intrigue, tales
of magic and remorse,
of maidens hiding from horrific beasts and
handsome knights sworn to fealty.
Sweet sprites, winsome serpents and ravens
whisper oracular spells to trap or free.
A mere parade of words may create no sap,
no clinging moss, no berries enticing birds
to build for a future family.
Yet a forest is most certainly
a poem.