Textures

Last week, before Al left to close up our home in NH, we decided to take a short walk through the woods. We followed the trail along Long Pond, one of our favorite places to kayak. It was very, very quiet -- in fact we only saw two other people (in a canoe) during the whole hour+ we were on the trail.

The contrasting textures pulled me along the trail as we explored . . .



smooth water and rocks,





velvety moss,



delicate, colorful leaves with pinked edges,







gurgling, miniature waterfalls,




spiny, crackly twigs,










feathery cedar,

rough, leathery fungi,








a frantic thoroughfare of tiny fish (look carefully),






a busy spider on its lacy web,



striated rocks disguised as clam shells, and





a rooted pathway that took me back to childhood
and the way to Nanny and Pop-pop's.





And all the while, colors of fall called to us from across the pond.