AN OLD STOMPING GROUND

SAUNTERING AN OLD STOMPING GROUND.


RETURN

Living on the edge pursuing
The truths of life worth doing
Endless way into the distance,
Well-trodden sauntering path,
Leading to a known unknown.

Have been here before,
Have never seen here now.
We two have changed,
Myself the more.

Today I’m different than yesterday,
While tomorrow more the same.

I wish to see with experience
What I saw so clearly without.

...................REMINDERS OF FALL, POTENTIAL FOR SPRING.



...........WITCHHAZEL-- IMMATURE SEED PODS

HAIR CAP MOSSES ENJOYING LAST AND FIRST RAYS OF SUNSHINE FOR THE DAY.

LAST RAYS OF SUN WHILE WALKING HOME.





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BUDS OF SOME NUT TREES

BLACK WALNUT

JUGLANS NIGRA

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SHAGBARK HICKORY

CARYA LANCINIOSA

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BUTTERNUT

JUGLANS CINEREA