Yesterday I had the good pleasure of walking in the woods with my camera. Didn’t get great pictures but enjoyed a game of tag with several does. Was hoping to see the buck who had been scraping off his velvet. Maybe next time.
This little wood is an undeveloped part of a local cemetery in the middle of suburbia. Not much of anything, really. Yet, it gives me a wonderful experience: a great sense of quietness, light from the bright-colored leaves, the focus for walking silently and observing every little noise or movement, and connection to my younger days of going off in the woods to play or hunt for real. It was great medicine for a Sunday pm irritability that I hadn’t been able to shake.
Does walking in the woods do something for you?