Monday, January 26, 2015
The trail (below) at Blackie Spit Park in Crescent Beach is one I know well. The scene transforms with the seasons and is never dull. But if it were in a snow globe, its flakes would be few.
Although some see gray skies, the light that creeps through the trees is aglow with subtly changing colour.
Birds chirp loudly in this rainforest climate. Their vigorous chorus is hushed when winter breezes blow through the quivering leaves in delightful, sometimes frightening ways. I walk wooded and seaside paths almost daily. The scenery is enchanting but my well-trod destinations would likely have been viewed as far from adventurous by Ralph Waldo Emerson who said, "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
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