Impressions of a walk in one of my favorite patches of forest.
There’s something sinewy and fluid about this spruce’s upended roots. A wood-sprite, perhaps, giving me the eye.
Stacks of rails; there’s maintenance work going on (which seems to happen a lot, right at this place.)
A line of young aspens at the edge of a clearing. Or they could be birches, it’s not easy to tell without leaves.
Art is where you find it, and the forest is full of art materials.
As I set out, the day was sunny and calm. Within an hour the weather had turned, the wind picked up, and then the forest decided that our visit had gone long enough.