A gloomy, rainy afternoon
but oh such a wonderful walk
in a rain drenched forest.
If you look closely, you can glimpse a kangaroo next to
the second tree on the right.
Sorry, I could not help slipping this in with the Brownies
and their leader.
Lichen on a tree like mint sugar candy.
This stone obviously was not rolling, everything was so
vibrantly green and wet . . .
Nature's basket weaving
moss on moss, I found this rather interesting,
a marriage of two different mosses.
What princess was this that was turned into a tree with
her braided tresses trailing on the forest floor
rain: between shots the camera tucked inside my jacket
in every family, there is one with his head above the others
fascinating rocks, singly and in mounds
half the trees have been felled so there is much more light
in the forest and the forest floor is much greener than before.
My friend and companion contemplating the little green pool
that in summer is totally covered in duck weed.
Not the forests of oak, birch and fir of my childhood but a
place of trees none the less
and I always feel at home amongst trees.
An hour of walking and listening here, smelling the wet pine needles,
is bound to restore the soul and lift the spirits.