It’s quiet here and in spite of the proximity to the road, it remains wild. Darker than usual, fresh leaves block the sky. At dusk the light filters through at a rakish angle making long shadows and spotlighting the little blue flowers I have come to see.
To get to the woods I have to hop a few walls and climb down a steep hill of rocks and young trees. Every time it’s worth it. Changes take place over these few weeks, and yet fundamentally everything remains the same over so many years…..
It can be spooky in the woods. It’s isolated and I feel vulnerable in these lonely places. But a camera is a companion, and although I am a bit rushed by my caution, time passes and I soon forget the rest of the world.
To be safe and sound, is what we each crave.