
Forest 2020 I am breathing the woods’ breath, seeking the sureness of trees I am tasting larch and pine, feeling the sting of pollen. I am standing in forest light, waiting for the world to turn again.

Forest 2020 I am breathing the woods’ breath, seeking the sureness of trees I am tasting larch and pine, feeling the sting of pollen. I am standing in forest light, waiting for the world to turn again.
I love the images and the poem, perfectly capturing this moment in time.
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Thanks Liz, nothing like a wee stroll through a forest to anchor yourself 🤗👍
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Absolutely!
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I echo Liz’s comment. Wonderful photos, Derek. Very effective in black and white, depicting the present mood. Thank you for sharing beautiful, moving and hopeful words. Erica
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Hi Erica, greetings from Scotland. Thank you for your kind words, black and white does set a mood sometimes, hopefully colour will return soon! 👍
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Hi Derek, I believe our paths crossed because Liz shared your poem on Twitter. Funny how that happens. 🙂 I look forward to reading more. Greetings from Vancouver Island 🙂 Erica
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I can only echo what Liz said, Derek.
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Hi Mary, thanks again. Read your last blog, your one brave wummin!
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