The clearest way to the Universe
is through a forest wilderness.
Silence on a hill
where the path ended
and then the forest below
moving in one long whisper
as evening touched the trees.
There is a beautiful trail just off the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina where I love to walk in the Fall, especially when it’s misty. I took this in November, 2008 and felt like I was alone with all the spirits of the forest as I listened to the wind through the trees and watched the mist move through the branches. I added a texture in PhotoShop, but didn’t do much with the colors. It was one of those golden days!