A Human Called Tree

A human called tree.

A human called Sequoia.

I had a hard time writing this post. I’m not a time traveler, I’m not a psychic, I can’t read the future, I don’t know the future. All I can do is infer and hope for the best, or hope that it’ll all be okay, or hope it’ll all be… or just hope I guess. Who really knows what for.

I’m just Sequoia and all I know is what I think I know, and that’s just what it is.

Toward the beginning of the quarter I recall a someone commenting on trees washing away during a Erika Langley lecture regarding Washaway Beach. I’ve been thinking about it since.

So, I drew this picture.

I make the joke that I am a tree, but I feel that’s more factual than I lead on. When asked what my spirit animal is I should really say tree, and stop fooling myself with some animal. I grew up climbing trees. The tree I climbed in the my childhood home was cut down a few years ago, I’m still not over it.  I tried to plant a tree on my 18th birthday as some sort of symbolic gesture to adulthood, it died.

I guess you could say I have a history with trees.

So… to see, and imagine them falling into the ocean sucks, to say the least.

I don’t have many trees in my site.

But it could.

It did… once.

The past water line at one point looked like this…

Approximated waterline of 1891 overlaid on current satellite view of Olympia.

The current waterline looks as so…

Current 2016 waterline

The a waterline with a 4m rise would look something along the lines of this…

Future waterline overlaid on current satellite view of Olympia

I wonder what the treeline looked like.

I wonder what it will look like.