I can’t tell you what it means to me, to us, these trips of ours to the woods.
We get outdoors a lot at home. We know lots of good trails and we often ramble along our favorite creeks. But there is nothing, nothing at all, quite like the feeling that you could walk and walk and walk into these woods, into REAL woods, and never see a soul.
Nothing compares to that shivery feeling that you could get lost here. Good and lost.
There is no music like the first frog calls of the season and the ripples lapping at the bank of a lake that you have all to yourself… well, you and the ducks and the geese of course.
There is nothing that fills the soul like seeing the sun set over the golden grass and knowing that only you and your dearest companions will see just this sight in just this moment.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” – Henry David Thoreau
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Beautiful, beautiful photos. Thanks for sharing.
Oh friend…what a lovely post. You sure paint a pretty picture…wish we could be there for that sunset with you all.
One of these days girl, we’re just going to have to do that. I am still hanging my hopes on seeing all six of them roaming the woods together one of these days!
You take such beautiful pictures! What a wonderful day!
Love Thoreau.
Love all the shots. With that last picture, did you mean to or notice at the time that the foreground hill was well lit?
Oh yes! It was like the whole hill had turned golden. I must have taken a million photos of it because it was just so pretty.
What lovely photos.
Amazing beautiful photos. The first one makes me want a walk in the woods very soon!
I know EXACTLY how you feel.
I love the photography in this post. those last three photos are incredible. all of them.