So many making their way from the forest towards the lake...

The forest is full of sounds. Even when it seems quiet it's not. The birds and amphibians are particularly noisy at this time of the...

We remember. The night they returned. No longer small, hairy and dark. But taller in their smallness. Lighter both of hair and colour. The humanscape was changing, their habitat reducing, not many remained. We enveloped them. The darkness should have provided safe passage but their absence from our ways had filled them with fear. They needed to unlearn, relearn and discover. We remember. The kindness to others. Despite the quivering fear. Together they traversed the swamp. Br

Love is not cake. Cake is something you have to slice into pieces in order to share... how big a piece does everyone get, is there enough...

Changes happen. All sorts of changes. Not always the ones you are expecting. The clear cut approach to rejuvenation that I have been seeing in the forest has been upsetting. But sometimes nature also has her way of clearing out what was, in order to make way for the new... Just on a smaller, more respectful, scale. Earlier this year I saw the squirrel parent, assuming the mother, move her young from one nest to another... one by one she carried them. I stood at a non-intrusiv

No words... only photos The forest through the lens of my camera...