Walking in the Woods
The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather glove.
Before the leaves can mount again
To fill the trees with another shade,
They must go down past things coming up.
They must go down into the dark decayed.
They must be pierced by flowers and put
Beneath the feet of dancing flowers.
However it is in some other world
I know that this is way in ours.
Robert Frost, In Hardwood Groves
When the temperature and the leaves start to fall, one of my favorite things to do is walk in the “woods” as we call it locally. Just me, my camera and a faithful, four-legged friend. The stress of life evaporates, the beauty and majesty of nature is center stage and the only concern is whether my attempts to capture the scene will do it justice….