I was feeling bad that I hadn't seen Grant in several months as schedules always seemed to conspire against it, but he felt up for a walk on the trails behind his place in Freelton and a group of us made plans for Saturday morning.
The usual suspects, Alan and Patrick had to drop out, each for separate health issues (speedy recovery guys) and the weather forecast was less than inspiring. Still there was no way I was going to cancel with schedules finally in sync. If weather brought rain with only a 30% chance (so they said), we would still meet up and go for breakfast and some conversation to catch up.
Fortunately the rain held off but warmer temperatures accompanying the arrival of spring had softened the ice on the creek we had planned to wander making it unwise to walk the frozen surface as it meandered along. Instead we chose to take a trail that roughly followed the same course. We walked and talked, stopped and listened, and talked some more as we made our way along a path familiar to Grant but new to me. Time melted away as we spent almost 3 hours exploring the trail through bush and across fields around the headwaters of Spencer Creek.
Passing by a forest of planted pine, we both stopped to make some images. What struck me, as it always does with similar forests, was the regimented pattern of tall slender trunks trailing off into the distance. These also had the chaos of slender branches radiating outward over their height. For an element of interest to the otherwise structured scene (lessons from the work of Patrick) I included a mid-ground pair of trees that had fallen forming an "X" pattern contrary to the strong repeating verticals.
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DJE
I always enjoy looking through Doug's eye!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karol :-)
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