Where to start? On this game trail.
It was nice enough outdoors for lunch and tea. Using just a quart of water for cooking and drinking gives one an appreciation for its value.
I believe the leaf will inherit the earth and rule in an oppressive way over man.
But, not any time soon of course.
A hybrid oak mite rub. The bigger the tree the bigger the oak mite.
My trail name is Ben. You won’t find hippie existentialism here.
Finding a feather is more fun than soul searching.
Your strongest beliefs are still just rubbish. Look another leaf! Leaves don’t care.
Gathering their strength for the coming storm.
A stump is the beginning.
Ooops hippie jargon, sorry.
Lets look at the deer and be quiet.
They are curious creatures.
A protective mom maybe?
She shooed off the fawn.
The girls all came out.
The road out and to somewhere else less pleasant.
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