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Walking in the Woods

It was still early morning when we parked beside the trail head and walked off on a lightly-used trail into the woods. Quite quickly the tasks of choosing good footing, watching for protruding branches, analyzing the trail and watching for interesting wildlife and sights effectively isolated us one from another. Aside from pointing out the interesting and the dangerous we grew silent.

I remember clearly the sights and sense of that path. As I write about it I am carried back to that day as if it were the present. The photographs also help to stir those memories alive. As I walked... as I am walking I started to rethink... start to think about the walking, about the place, about the sense impressions and about my relation to them. I am brought to a very analytical frame of mind. I am not only watching; I am watching myself watching.