Day eighty three of Project 365 found me climbing down a very slippery and muddy slope toward the river. It has been a long time since I have been here, and it was like seeing an old friend. The dried, and still clinging fall leaves were rattling there approval of my approach. The air was saturated with the smell of wet Earth, and I breathed deeply, selfishly, not wanting to miss any of that sweet aroma. No one but I was there stealing quietly down the soggy path. The tress swayed gently as if stretching from a long winters nap. The rain was tapping me softly upon my back and head, then slid down my jacket toward the ground splashing in tender little pools of life. Suddenly, a huge stone came along side me on the path, and I stopped to admire the depths and colors of its coated skin. Bits of colors scattered all through out the green landscape and tiny marks which were proof of unseen encounters. The forest floor was covered in a blanket of wet leaves caught between life and death. One caught my eye and I stooped to lift it from the lonely pile. Gently I set it down upon the cool stone, so that it may have purpose again. To feel alive and beautiful one last time before conceding, and yielding to another canopy that was already sprouting. Solitude filled my soul with peace as I gazed upon the art laying before me. It was good to be alone. It was good to be alive. I really appreciate all of you that are following along.
Even if you don't find any day's image to your liking, it would be nice to know that you are out there watching. It helps me keep going to know that my feeble attempts at photography may add some value to somebody's life. Even something like "Come on slacker, you can do better", would do. :) Thanks for looking and follow along with me till New Years Eve if you like.
Happy Shooting.
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