My parents’ 10 acre property is still a pretty magical place to me. I spent hundreds of hours out there, and it’s nice to visit again. Woodland has always been peaceful to me, a place to breathe more freely and just be present. I like the sunbaked mud smell of summer and I like the chest-pain cold of winter.
I took these snaps on a ten minute jaunt just as the sunlight was draining away, a quick walk down to the swamp and a skidder across a sheet of newly-frozen ice.
I love our house, I love our neighborhood, I love our yard.
But I’ll probably always miss the woods.