… on a path through the forest at my university.
woods
Get out.
“We like companionship, see, but we can’t stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.” – John Krakauer
forlorn …
… the woods in the winter without snow.
a walk in the woods …
… is a delight in the forest at my university.
the bright one …
… among the detritus on the forest floor in the woods at my university.
eruption …
… on the forest floor at my university.
fungus farm …
… on a stump in the forest at my university.
surrounded …
… in the forest at my university.
nexus …
… of tracks on a log in the forest at my university.
it’s coming for you …
The forest at my university has seen at least three episodes of logging in the last half century. Here are two … one creepier than the other.
a bit of color for winter …
… on the forest floor in the woods at my university.
separated …
… in the forest at my university.
drapes …
…in the forest at my university.
a colorful winter …
… in the forest at my university.
decay …
… on a log in the forest at my university.
better than Valium …
… a walk in the woods at my university.
insect autographs …
… on a downed log in the forest at my university.
log, leaves, and rain …
… in the forest at my university.
stuck …
… against a log in the forest at my university.
the moist trio …
… which will continue to irritate Sam Smith, who lives in Colorado and has little moisture and no colorful leaves, which I, who lives in the Northeast, have aplenty.
autumn angel …
… on the forest floor in the woods at my university.
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