Before work I like to go for a walk in the woods. It's damp in there, but I have the proper foot wear.
These are serious rubber boots and they work well into the cold season with some nice wool socks. I left this morning at about 7 o'clock, just as the sun was coming up.
The woods are just beginning to awaken from their winter sleep, so the trees are bare, but the ground is alive with new shoots and wee flowers. It's a good time to see details that can get lost in the height of summer growth. Don't these fungi look like some feather and fan lace done in a variegated yarn?
This is my rock. I come to it to think, and feel, and cry. I love this rock. It feels like a hand of the mother earth, cupping me and supporting me.
This is the view from the road of Fox Hollow ravine. The street I live on backs onto this ravine and I come here to pick grass and weeds for my guinea pigs to eat. There's nothing much for them yet, they're still living off store bought food.
It's hard to believe that all this is in the midst of a city with a population of over 350,000.