It was snowing during my walk today. The falling flakes captured my attention during the majority of the time I was out there. Wondering why, I came to a number of conclusions. Foremost was the silent way it added interest to the scene. It is nearly impossible to hear the crystals as they fall and…
I can feel it. I can hear it. It sometimes carries a scent to my nose. But unless something gets in its path, I cannot see it. I’m writing about the wind. Eating breakfast before my morning walk, I could not ignore the indication of what awaited outside. A decorative flag appeared starched and horizontally…
Real or imagined, daily life is filled with limitations. Do not. Should not. Cannot. But how many ARE real? I cannot walk in the woods today, because there is a chance I could get shot by a deer hunter. OR, I could wear orange, the neon light that says “Don’t shoot; I’m human.” I cannot…
As I step outside on these chilly mornings, I ask myself, “Why am I doing this?” Then, within 100 steps, I begin to warm up. My attention turns from a distaste for the cold toward an appreciation for nature in all its seasons. Sure, I have to look more closely than I do during the…
I have been forced out of the woods by deer-hunting season and must find a safer place to walk. With a 200+ acre forest on one side and an 80+ acre forest on the other, the paved path called Swamp Creek Road will be my standard route for the next few weeks. Even narrow roads…