How difficult it is to write about something, you walk in the woods, you look around, you see things, mainly trees and rocks, leaves and you think of all the times you have been there, were they already there, they must have been. Did I see this tree already or it was it another one? There are some trees that I can recognize, they have something special, something familiar. But others are just there, in the same spot but always different.
you take good pictures.