Pheasant Branch Conservancy

Straight and tall oaks, witnesses and watchers among the constant calling. A long open hike and the mind starts to wander. I watch the plants and trees sway, feel my body moving along and forget the map or direction.

After about five miles, I come to and can not place myself. Another mile and I find myself at my beginning. Sometimes the machine works on its own.

Along the side, false sunflowers and purple coneflower.

    

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About blpawelek

Dad, hiker, writer.
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