Walking through cathedral pines, sun beams piercing the cool air, lighting my path.
Heaven.
I don't think there is anything I enjoy more than my walks in the woods.
Each one filled with discovery...
...of color
and texture.
something that makes me laugh...
My "Prego Tree."
or something that makes me say, wow.....
Art installation in Southboro Mass. Strips of wool of every color,
found in a grandmothers attic and made into flowing sculptures
This week, I came across a photo of a texture carved by beetles into a log. It inspired this weeks "Poetry Friday" post. I hope you will enjoy it and stop by this weeks host- Jan @ Bookseed Studio and see the lovely poems posted there.
Here is my poem for this week.
I come across "beetle lace" in my forest, too, Cathy. It's a beautiful consideration of our own imprint on the world.
I'm blessed to walk to work each morning through the woods, and I thank my lucky stars each and every day to be able to live somewhere so inspiring. Aren't we the fortunate ones, to share our lives with the trees!
Oh, wow -- just the photos alone stunned me, not to mention that intimate, lovely poem. Thank you!
Oh, the beautiful lace your life has created, Cathy! Thank you for this. xo, Laura
Wow! Such beautiful photos. That art installation is incredible! And I love the wondering you pose in your poem - do we leave evidence of our existence in our words and actions?