
A quiet walk on a summers day.

Where shapes of flowers and the textures of the forest were combined.

Formed the memory of that day.


A quiet walk on a summers day.

Where shapes of flowers and the textures of the forest were combined.

Formed the memory of that day.

Some say there is healing power in a long forest experience, a practice called shirn-yoku in Japan. There certainly are days when you leave a nice walk in the woods with a feeling you can equate with healing. It need not be walking as a long sit on that quiet bench or rock also seems to do the trick.
Although scientific evidence is currently sparse as to the specific mechanism by which a forest walk promotes positive health we can all agree it does no harm at all.
On some days it is what we see and others what we smell. Many days it is what we do not see or smell as we walk away from the hustle and bustle and into the woods.
Whatever it is about a forest bath I sure wish Doctors would prescribe it more.
Yesterday I could feel it happening. The sunset is getting earlier, the algae is in full bloom and the nights have cooled down just a few degrees. Summer is still hanging on and we may even get a few sweltering days but I can feel fall just around the corner. Zeroimage pinhole camera and Kodak Film.

Many thoughts came to mind as we walked in a burnt forest.
What will the future hold as the world warms and rains dry up?

Fragility, resilience, life and death are here.

Why does it feel familiar yet so foreign all at once?

Many thoughts as we walked and many thoughts to this day.

A walk through a burnt forest felt like a metaphor for these time.

Looking out into the West Elk WIlderness in central Colorado.

Just a couple of weeks ago the wild roses along the road were in full bloom and evening light made them oh so appealing. Yet just a few steps away were older rose bushes rose-hips still attached and full of cobwebs.

As we walked this road the pattern seems to repeat young and old, new and old over and over again.


A fine study in contrast yet none really exists.

Dipping a toe in provided a little relief for a July that feels like August.
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