Don't you just enjoy when walking along the familiar path, something new
appears ever so often?
I noticed this face one afternoon - there it was, waiting to be discovered!
“I think people who don't know the woods very well
sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery,
an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road.
And I think they wonder how it could hold anyone's interest for very long,
being all so much the same.
But in truth I have a list of a hundred places in my own town I haven't been yet.
Quaking bogs to walk on; ponds I've never seen in the fall
(I've seen them in the summer - but that's a different pond).
That list gets longer every year, the more I learn,
and doubtless it will grow until the day I die.
So many glades; so little time.”
Textures: Revolution by Kim Klassen, Lincoln by Nancy Clayes