In the woods, I am at home, my experience feels like being in a large lung of which I am temporarily part. I visit the same places a lot, still, there are always changes.

Obviously, seasons change but so do my thoughts, my gaze, or mood, all of which direct me towards something different, something not noticed before. 

Bark, lichen, crustaceans, a group of vertical trunks, the way the sunlight comes through, how beech leaves stick to the branches and twigs all winter and rustle in place during a storm and then finally get pushed out by new growth in April or May.  Tiny Trout lilies, occasional Trillium, other green creepers transform the forest floor from winter to spring..the grasses in  Carter’s Pond, which were still green in August and then gradually they change to flaming orange in mid-September.

 My dogs, the current pair is getting older now,  still accompany me for shorter walks with their noses to the ground sniffing away and experiencing our walks very differently.   “My Woods” Carter’s Pond” "Morning Fog” series I have made and I revisit all the time.  There is no urgent need for other areas, other places. I experience my familiar environment, whether it is a forest, a dirt road, a lake, a view, intensely and it is enough.