I hiked deep in the forest today,
Into the canyon.
Nature’s beauty all around me.
Mountain streams. Pines and Firs,
Mixed with Sycamore, Willows, and Cottonwoods.
Loamy earth, perfumed wildflowers.
Colors dance in the wind.
The fusion of an artist’s palette.
En plein air impressions.
My body groans.
But my mind belongs here,
On this winding trail.
Surrounded by silence.
A young buck passes in isolation.
We nod to each other,
The face in the mirror staring back at me . . .
Photo: A whitetail deer parallels me in the forest; the buck mirroring my steps.