An Explosion

After a season of searching for something to change, these days nothing stays the same. It’s spring. I can’t get two feet down the path without stopping to look, to watch, to record.

I wore out my camera battery’s charge, and I used up all my blog time exploring, leaving none for writing. Thus, I missed yesterday’s post. Like any explosion, what’s going on in the woods right now has disrupted my routine, and frankly, I don’t mind one bit.


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