Welcome to dkhometree. I call it dkhometree because I’m D.K. (Dennis Koenig) and this is my home tree on the web, from which you can browse the rest of my webwoods.
My blog, The Balsamean, is described below.
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The colorful image in the black box above is my trademark symbol and profile picture, because my face is not nearly as pretty for use in commerce, and for other reasons you don’t care about.
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Heaven is by favor; if it were by merit your dog would go in and you would stay out. Of all the creatures ever made he (man) is the most detestable. Of the entire brood, he is the only one…that possesses malice. He is the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain. The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot. ― Mark Twain
I’m no more misanthropic than Mark Twain. Despite his opinion of humanity, Twain was genial and sociable, like me, but more. I am nicer to be with when I am alone. Ask anybody.
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The Balsamean™ (Ball-sah-MAY-en)– Balsamea is the forest refuge I live in, named for Abies balsamea, the balsam fir tree. Living there makes me The Balsamean, of course. The blog is about my forest-dependent lifestyle and the nature of things here. It’s a biophilia thing.
Balsamea is a relationship, the product of the union of my nature with these woods.
Out of the woods we came, and to the woods we must return, at frequent intervals, if we are to redeem ourselves from the vanities of civilization. – Paul Jamieson, from his preface to The Adirondack Reader, 2nd ed. (Adirondack Mountain Club, 1984)
Ultimately, there are not two natures, human and non-human. There is one, and humanity is part of it. I am a sylvan, meaning of the forest, not merely in the forest.
However, I am no Daniel Boone or Tarzan. I’m more inspired by John Muir, John Burroughs, Rachel Carson, Aldo Leopold, Barry Lopez and Thoreau than by Jim Bridger, Kit Carson or fictional Jeremiah Johnson, although I love the movie, and some of the frontiersmen said funny things, like Jeremiah’s “I’m a fine figure of a man.” I am only a reasonable figure of a man.
I’ve never been lost, but I was mighty turned around for three days once.
― Daniel Boone
I’m an amateur naturalist and nature photo-tinkerer, and a Naturalist with a capital N. That is, I don’t believe in the supernatural, and my only religion is Walking (ask Thoreau about it). The universe operates on natural laws, subject to Murphy’s Law.
I’m a better person when I am in the woods, and I improve with every hour spent in it. Then I go inside and get online and sink back into my ugly self if I stay there too long. So if I don’t get out into the woods a lot every day, it’s bad for the world.
It’s not about escaping to solitude. It’s about immersion in the company of trees. Balsamea has a motto: