Winter Daze

Back in my childhood hometown for a bit and the urge to shoot again has surfaced, as the chaos of finals and work are behind me. I've been going back to the places I usually frequent-- mostly the woods. On these trails, I feel at "home", thinking about my current situation and how it mirrors the forest at this time.

The woods have always been a place of solace for me. I love the simplicity and complexity, existing all at once. I love the fresh air and the quiet, yet constant humming that occurs. There is a stillness you can find when walking in between the trees, a comfort and safety that I find lacking in between four plaster walls.
  

Now, the forest is very quiet. Winter has desaturated the woods, leaving lovely, muted colors. It is simple, it is peaceful, and it is very still. I relate to this feeling, of being somewhere in between. The colorful clash of autumn is over and rest is needed before spring comes and makes it's energetic demands. I, too, feel the embrace of relaxation, hanging in there until decisions need to be made. This melancholy feeling is helpful- it makes me think about what I desire and what I feel now. There is a joyful exuberance beneath the surface, but now is a time to be still, detached. An observer. More from the woods.