17.3.07

forest light...


















Sometimes a forest is a forest – sometimes it’s your soul, your breathing, and all the words you could ever write to paper.

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August 2005 – near Grandfather Mountain, NC

9 comments:

megalopoet said...

exquisite pix, sam. makes me want to go outside. but, it's windy & cold. & dark now. perhaps tomorrow...

reminds me of joyce kilmer.
best,
~n~

jenni said...

Breathtaking.

poet with a day job said...

I feel that way about "the woods" which is what we called it in Western Massachusetts growing up.

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

I appreciate the read - Nicole, Jenni & Melissa.

Helen Losse said...

And sometimes it's the sanctuary for your soul, where breathing becomes your worship.

LKD said...

When I lived in New Hampshire and the deep woods were right outside the backdoor, I used to wander into that forest without fear. I always trusted those trees. I roamed for hours. I never got lost.

I never thought of that forest as my soul.

I do recall, though, being very aware of the forest's soul though.

When I was deep in those deep woods.

And very unaware of my own.

I was truly happy deep in those deep woods.

I was soulless.

gemellen said...

this reminds me of why i hate living in the city...

Suzanne said...

This is beautiful -- it looks more like a painting than a photo.

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks to Helen, LKD, Goodness Gracious, and Suzanne for stopping by the woods on a ...