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The one in Lone Pine Cañon is making Wrightwood smell like a campfire. Mmmmmm.
I’m a real believer in leaving something aside for non-human nature to use for whatever she wishes, but where the boundary lays, I can be okay with the more pragmatic stewardship approach.
A few hours ago, I took the trash out, and had to dump collected weeds out of one of the cans. It has been raining slightly the past few days, so a sort of tea was created in the bottom of the can. The smell was a concentrate of the natural smells I expect from the area, disarming me with an overpowering version of what are usually pleasant smells.
This is the component of a sensory experience that one might mistakenly see as not changing the nature of it – intensity. Louder music isn’t the same music, but louder. It’s different music. A “pleasant” smell is so often nothing but a subtle smell and the opposite with bad and pungent smells. A woman who, noticing her perfume smells good, decides to bathe in it, and your typical modern sound mastering engineer who obsesses with making music loud neglects this fact.
Oh yeah, and how good coffee tastes is well correlated with how hot it is, but that actually has nothing to do with what I’m talking about here.
Olfaction has always interested me. How neglected is this most primitive of senses!
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