The Forest is my sanctuary. It is the place I go to 'get away' and relax.
notice that I did not
That I go away and 'think' about things.
Not at all.
When I enter the woods, time and the outside world magically slip away. It is like having my own 'Secret Garden' that is hidden in plain view.
Others enter the Forest and never leave their worries and anxieties at the threshold.
Is it a bewitching spell? Or something else?
That first step through the fence, down the path, or across the meadow brings a sigh and a weight off my shoulders.
I spent my hike mostly observing the Forest Floor. The leaves have come down now, and beautiful patterns are there to admire.
This is the same photo as the one above, but I removed the colors from it and added some detail.
Patterns emerge that I wasn't seeing in color [but imagined that I might while looking through the lens].
I think this was a fun experiment.