Lakes, mountains, and stars. That’s what New York does.
The first snow of the year. Let’s just make this a trend until spring, okay?
From the weekend, hiking the Appalachian Trail. Always in search of grand views and tiny details.
Happy winter, friends.
“I never saw a discontented tree.” — John Muir
It was a surreal experience sharing space with the largest of the living, groves of sequoias standing tall and wide, quietly at peace. Their presence was one of wisdom and confidence, while remaining humble, as if knowing their purpose was to just be.
The New Forest is a magical place to get lost in. Wild horses and cows grazing on heather and bog myrtle against a backdrop of endless ferns and oak trees.
Until the first day of spring.
No shark teeth. But texture. So much texture.