i like to walk through the woods.
the avenue lets me in.
i call it "the avenue", but of course it isn't an avenue.
it's a human-made pathway.
what i like is
it lets the trees know i'm coming in.
it let's me get to know the trees that are there.
waiting. thinking. watching.
i like the feeling of their eyes on me.
i like the leaning in of their tall green-leafed bodies.
i love looking in to their world.
it tells me so much about my own.
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I love the woods. At times I am so surprised that I chose a place in the country without them.
ellen i wonder if it helps you express your sensitivity to the natural world more easily not to have the big trees right there? steven
I always think the best sort of pictures of woods steven are those that lead you into the picture and make you want to walk in there.
weaver i agree!! steven
I agree with you and Weaver that images of woods/forests, and the woods themselves with a pathway in draw me into their mystery. I like thinking of it as an invitation, and a deference to the trees. Funny how manmade structures can enhance natural scenes when they are done right. We have beautiful parks on the west side of Michigan, woodland walkways built out of wood that lead miles and miles through forest on the way to the beach. Walking among hemlocks and woodland flowers is such a pleasure!
Hmmmmm....loved this walk in the woods this morning. I have the same feeling when I walk through tall grasses. Have had it ever since I was a little girl. It always felt as is the grasses were bending toward me, no matter what direction I walked or the the wind blew. And I could hear these words: "I love you. Welcome." I've come to experience the woods in much the same way since moving to Minnesota. Such amazing connectedness! Thank you, Steven!
ruth - i have been on woodland walkways such as you describe. there's something very magical about them for sure. i also like to get down on my hands and knees, or sit on a rock, or a tree stump and forget what it was i was looking for, or hoping to see, and let whatever's there come and find me. sometimes it's tree stories, sometimes it's a little animal, and more often it's something small that i would've walked right past in my wish to take it all in. it's those little places like the hollow of a log that i find my greatest pleasure. steven
kathleen thankyou, i'm glad you could come along. tall grass meadows are uncommon in this area although they used to be all there was besides the great forests. a serious effort to reintroduce them is being made and it appears to be working. perhaps then i'll be able to experience what you so joyously recall. steven
Yes, it certainly is "the avenue!"
Ah trees! My most favorite part of nature, after daisies. :)
Hubby asked me the other day who I was talking to when I said, "Morning, Old Gal!"
Why, the huge, ancient pecan tree out front, who else? After all, I tell people we bought the tree and the house came with it. ;)
What a cool walk you just allowed me to have! Thanks.
I don't comfortably dwell on the forest floor, but if I had to be somewhere in the trees, I would choose your avenue.
Why not call it an avenue? Seems right to me.
valerianna - it's like a leafy chipmunky champ's d'elysee. steven
hope it's very interesting that you mention daisies because besides trees, i also love sunflowers. i guess really at the end of the day i really like anything that grows. thanks for coming along for the walk. steven
reya - it's the avenue! a few times my class and i have spent the day in a woods and built shelters out of windfalls. it's the most amazing and wriggly experience. to build a fire from scratch inside the shelter takes you back very very far. steven
Ah, but it is an avenue. And a most beautiful one, at that.
The amount we can learn about ourselves by looking at or being in someone else's world has always astonished me. There is something magical in your pictures of the woods. As I look at them one afterthe other, I feel like I am walking into them.
I have a love affair with trees as well. They whisper their secrets to me as I pass by.
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