silent walk in the snow

Nature provides an inner massage of the body. Gently organs relax at the silent touch nature brings.

The silent prey, who wishes to live another day.

The silent predator, who doesn't wish to be exposed.

A woodpecker crackles against the bark of the snow-polka-dotted firs.

Decayed trees are more engrossing than any Brancussi; layers of leaning forest nourishment.

These journeys are not always what we expect them to be. And thank goodness for this unknown.

And the twittery twittery hullabaloo of chickadees playing tag in the high away branches.