I think I’m developing something here.
No pun intended.
From Death, Life.
Small little saplings growing out of a decaying tree stump.
Probably something to be said about that, but I’ll leave it to the philosopher.
If there’s a bench in the forest…
And no one is there to sit on it… does it get lonely?
Victory! Well, not really.
Background story: So I was out on Skyline trail again with my buddy Jim. As we approached the top of the hill, we heard some rustling in the trees below us. Watching carefully, I saw the white tail of a dear flash through an opening in some branches. I jumped back down the rockface to try and catch another glimpse of the dear, leaving poor Jim and his gripless, worn-out sneakers behind.
Sadly I did not see said deer again, however on my way back up told Jim to strike a pose. This is the result. Not a deer, but a Jim. Just as good.
The Jim
In his natural habitat, the Jim perches high above the tree line, stalking his prey.
On the trail again
Another picture, another day. Strike that, reverse it. Moving on.
