The forest is silent as the mists softly settle on sparse leaves. The remanent leaves of the young trees stand out like glistening gems against the bland background of the sleeping mountains. The falling mists are cool on my skin and I can detect the faint smell of the fresh earth coming up through the leaves. Somewhere in the canopy a fairdiddle barks his displeasure at my presence. Looking up through the bare limbs I notice the shaking of a bushy tail. He thinks he’s well hidden. When I sit still enough for long enough the tufted titmouse will come and forage the bushes. I remember when one in particular became fascinated with the laces of my boots while I was on my deer stand. He kept tugging at the ends without realizing he was perched on my leg. He would have kept it up until he untied it if I hadn’t snickered. I take the time to notice how water collects on the leaves until it’s heavy enough to roll down. It’s just the beginning of December on the day I took the photo but I’m already noticing changes to certain buds that foretell the upcoming late season blooms. There are certain flowers that only bloom in late fall and climatic winter. Life is in constant change. If things are not changing they are dead. I take a deep breath and enjoy the scent of the forest once more to hold the tranquility in my spirit and its time to walk back to the big blue truck and move on to my next destination.
Good night friends and be blessed throughout your days.
Hey Friends! Just a quick reminder that Lloyds Lens Photography is available for portraits!
To