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CARSON NATIONAL FOREST, New Mexico: The second major New Mexico wildfire in as many weeks has forced more than 2000 people to flee their homes in northern part of the state, as a fast-moving blaze destroyed several buildings and threatened hundreds more. The fire has consumed 7,000 acres, mostly national forest, and has reportedly come within ten miles of vacation towns Red River, Taos and Eagle Nest. In La Lama, about 23 buildings, including ten belonging to the Lama Foundation spiritual community, have been destroyed. The fire began Sunday as a small trash fire. TIME's Nancy Harbert...
...test-sniff report: though it is relaxing to smell "brine" while virtual scuba diving, the cybertrees in the "forest" begin to hint of Pine-Sol after a few minutes, and a flight though the "atmosphere" leaves a trace of burning tires...
...edge of the Scapegoat Wilderness, where the trees sound like a crowd waiting for the curtain to rise. It is a place where a man who hates technology and progress and people would have plenty of time to practice what the Unabomber preaches. He could listen to the forest rustle and hum, the larches and ponderosa pines hundreds of years old, hundreds of feet high, the tamaracks and the lodgepoles that totter when the wind rubs up against the Continental Divide. What he didn't know was that for the past few weeks, the trees were listening back...
...agents were everywhere, disguised as lumberjacks and postal workers and mountain men. They had draped the forest with sensors and microphones, nestled snipers not far from the cabin, even summoned satellites to keep watch for a man practicing blowing things up. When they raided the mountain cabin last week, ending the longest, most expensive hunt for a serial killer in U.S. history, the agents finally got to look into the shaggy face of a man they had imagined and profiled and tracked like a grizzly for the past 18 years...
...studio compositions, but these rarely have the elan and directness of his first insights. For him they were triggers of memory. "After my excursions," he wrote, "I invite Nature to come and spend a few days at home with me; brush in hand, I hunt for nuts in the forest of my studio; there, I hear the birds sing, the trees shiver in the wind...