|
|
Sunday June 2, 2019 subscribe |
![site index [Picture of the Day logo]](../cammicro.gif)
| i enjoy work that takes me beautiful places. i've been pitching in sporadically at rockland woods since before it even had a name. it's cool to see how much it's grown. had some time to myself before starting a new project (framing a crapper in barn loft, if you must know), so i took to the marked trails, which i somehow didn't foresee would be so winding and remote feeling. i started on red, switched briefly to blue, then stuck with orange because it seemed to go the deepest. markers were few, the trail indistinct, crowded with ferns that carpeted it into obscurity. all of a sudden i was lost, for real. well, it's only 15 acres and i had a phone with me so i could always get out that way, but even so there was a fleeting sense of panic, an ancestral residue, like catching your balance after almost falling off a ladder. if you ever need a cheap thrill, try losing yourself for a minute. (don't overdo it.) after exploring several dead ends, i finally did consult my pocket oracle and saw just how far off the mark i'd been. you can try following the sun but you'll never catch it. got back just in time for lunch, surprised to see Precious, Fremont Coffee barista from the way back days, probably 10 years, less than an inch of growth for one of these. |
 |
