|Did the Bear leave these marks|
as she climbed?
|The canopy is higher...|
We find plenty to explore on this mountain, one morning walking along the ridge until we get to the road, the winding, two lane highway that brought us here. We find bear scat and the prints of deer. Jack shows us how to tell the buck's prints from the doe's. My father-in-law is a hunter and knows these things, though we differ in opinion about whether my dog could catch a turkey if she wanted to. I sit on a boulder to enjoy the view for a moment and a slender lizard striped in bright colors slips like liquid into a crack in the rock.
|...and the understory more airy|
and full of light.
|Shadows on a Stone|
|Dance in Beauty; Float in Peace:|