Hey friends, so I’m doing a study of American dialects for a final project and need so much more data than I have.
I’m especially looking for Pacific Northwest, California, New York, and Texas. So, if you’re a native of any of those regions, hi! I’d love to have you answer a few questions. It takes about 15 minutes and I’ll be posting graphs and shit once the data analysis is done (so ~12/20/16)
“There is no such sense of solitude as that which we experience upon the silent and vast elevations of great mountains. Lifted high above the level of human sounds and habitations, among the wild expanses and colossal features of Nature, we are thrilled in our loneliness with a strange fear and elation – an ascent above the reach of life’s expectations or companionship, and the tremblings of a wild and undefined misgivings.” ― J. Sheridan Le Fanu // Sonoma County, California | GarettPhotography
Join #mypubliclandsroadtrip Today at Headwaters Forest Reserve in California
Spectacular in its beauty, the Headwaters Forest Reserve is also a vital ally in conservation efforts to protect the most iconic forest species in the Pacific Northwest. Located 6 miles southeast of Eureka, California, these 7,542 acres of public lands feature magnificent stands of old-growth redwood trees that provide nesting habitat for the marbled murrelet (a small Pacific seabird) and the northern spotted owl. Both species are listed as threatened under the Endangered Species Act, as are the coho salmon, chinook salmon, and steelhead trout that have important habitat in the reserve’s stream systems.
Joining forces, the federal government and the State of California acquired the land for the reserve in 1999 to protect these important resources. The historic value of a once busy mill town named Falk is also commemorated in interpretive signs along the Elk River Trail, which follows an old logging road to the now vanished community. The BLM partners with the California Department of Fish and Wildlife to manage the Headwaters Forest Reserve as part of the National Conservation Lands.
It is 2:07 pm here and I’m wondering if you’ve gotten any closer to me.
My muscles are tire and I want to be held. My hair is brushed and calling for sweet raking fingers.
My chapped lips rub together like twigs but they stay cold without the spark of your fire.
I want to look harder for you, I swear.
I’ve just gone looking before and gotten hurt. I need to be careful this time or I can catch flame and burn out this time.
So instead I wait for you and dream about what our life could be.
A cozy apartment with large open windows to let in the smell of the rain. Large sweaters wrapped around us that never stay on for long anyway.
Waking up in the dark in our soft bed to scoot back closer into your arms that wrap tighter around me.
Sleeping sighs and the smell of mint and hair on the pillow.
I imagine many things.
And they all begin with me and you.