Pine Barrens

Growing in only six states the bristlecone pine is the oldest living organism on the planet. At 4,765 years old the Methuselah is the oldest documented living bristlecone there is, being almost 1,000 years older than its counterparts of the species. The age of this tree can be determined by the amount of rings that are found when the inner truck is exposed. There is where the truth of the extraordinary tree and its undeniable ability to outlive all other organisms lies. The bristlecone having the

Jim Costello was born in Rochester, New York, and when he was a young boy his passion for art showed (Jim Costello). Costello studied at the Ecole St. Luc art school during high school, and then continued his art career in college. The following years of teaching, Costello moved his family to northwest Virginia, and started to paint the landscapes and the different scenery around his house. In Costello art work you can tell that he is a modern painter because he uses different shapes and bright colors

It is no secret how Robert Frost feels about walls after reading his poem “Mending Wall”. To say that Frost admired and favored walls would be a lie. On the contrary, based on his poem it is apparent that he would prefer there be no walls present. I was led to ask myself, what type of wall is Frost referring to? It is not merely a physical wall made of stone, but a barrier that people place among each other to create an illusion of separation and protection. The style of the poem makes it simple

speaker wants nothing but a friendship with his neighbor but the neighbor wants the privacy that he feels he is entitled to. The speaker expresses how the neighbor is a pine cone. Pine cones are hard and nettlesome. Pine cones are very arduous. Attempting to express his feelings, the speaker could be referring to the neighbor as a pine cone, because no matter how bad he tries, the neighbor will not break into fragments. The last word or phrase that Robert Frost expressed within the poem was cows. The

Growing up I was taught to never play with fire as it was very dangerous, so I didn’t know what to expect, and I didn’t know how my actions as a firefighter would affect the population of John Day, so when I was told following the conclusion of guard school that we were going to a prescribed burn I was shocked. I still had the slimmest idea of how these prescribed burns worked, but I’d soon find out more following the car ride to the burn.     There is a lot of irony behind prescribed burns. Such

here were only few things one could learn about themselves in only sixteen years of existence, for the dew had settled on the grass, the rose had bloomed and withered, and Estela was still ignorant to the truth of her origins, and to the power she held elsewhere, somewhere far, far away… It was a Sunday afternoon, and in the room the dark green drapes were closed and all the lights were off. Opposite the girl rested a black tallow candle, she was seated down on the paneled flooring with her eyes

Gorman Lake My Favorite Place on the Planet My journey starts with the sound of shrill ear piercing shrieks darting from rock to rock. I discover this is a greeting from a family of Pica’s. A bridge crossing takes me into the forest where a deep breath reveals the sweet-scented aroma of colorful wildflowers on the mossy blanketed trail. I am completely at peace, hearing only the sound of trickling water and the singing of the birds from the tree tops. Soon I emerge out of the forest and there

Eve felt something soft, sharp, and icy cold touching against her cheek. When she tried to move and realized she couldn’t, she figured that she was either frozen solid or buried deep beneath a thick layer of heavy snow. Her body was so numb from the bitter cold that she couldn’t tell whether anything was pressing down on it. She tried to remember how long she’d been out. Had she been knocked unconscious...No. No, then she remembered. She’d been sleeping, in the balloon. But how had she ended

The Fugitive One summer night Sara, Chad, Austin, Tristan, Autumn, Myles, Shelby, and I got together to find a game to play. We met in Lincoln at South Pointe at Cold stone creamery. We headed to the mini golf course but when we arrived the place was packed. So we stood in the parking lot trying to figure out ideas. We were getting nowhere when Tristan says “well we can play fugitive.” None of us had ever played it or even heard of such a game. He explained it was a game where we have two people

Onaway Island The glowing sun melts into the glistening lake waters through the dense pine trees. Pink and orange hues are painted across the dimly light sky as wispy clouds float out of sight. A gentle wind leaves a chill in the August air. Crickets chirp as the day transitions into night. Campers start to trickle into the candle lit chapel, arms crossed, voices silenced. The angled ceilings and open walls allow for a fully immersive experience. I don’t consider myself a religious person, but