July 4, 2020
The woods are where the living, the breathing, and the wild tower over my head. As I wander, the day’s soft light spills across sturdy bark spines made resilient with age. The branches whisper “peace, be still;” they are rooted to the tree on restoration’s path. In this sacred space, I reconnect with the quiet spirits of curiosity and wonder. I feel them, in my bones, reawakened and renewed with energy. These trees, so full of life, impart much life to me
This past week, I've been learning more about woodland photography and finding better compositions in new places. Another visit (or several) back to Webster Woods is needed to put those tips to practice!
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