I've been working on an essay about Thoreau in Maine, and found an original copy of The Maine Woods. Incredible world we live in: I didn't go to the library, or a museum, or an antiquarian book store; courtesy of Google Book Search I now "own" a book published in 1864 by Ticknor and Fields in Boston and given to the Bodleian Library, Oxford by E. J. M. Buxton in 1959.
Maybe we can somehow preserve the Great North Woods too. Old growth, slow growth, little and big treasures, alone-ness, the primitive - it's still there, not all that much changed. Pixels are wonderful but I'd really rather touch the lichen.
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