After all the hustle and bustle of The Artist Project in Toronto, I headed for the hills of Connecticut to spend time with Walt. He introduced me to the gentle, rolling forested landscape of that region and I fell in love with it. We walked through the quiet of the forest every day and fed our senses from head to toe which nourished our souls deeply. In particular, we walked the many trails of White's Woods, a 4,000 acre nature reserve that filled us both with a much needed peace of mind and heart.
sleeping nature slowly awakening in the warmth of the rising temperatures.
This particular forest felt so friendly and alive that we couldn't help stopping to touch all the textures along the way.
Can you see the little turtle sitting atop the grasses? This was such a quiet, reflective spot of beauty.
Root Love.
One of the most beautiful monuments I have ever come across. What a remarkable gesture of love to leave behind these beautiful forests for the generations to come. If only more humans were such generous visionaries.
White quartz scattered throughout the woods would glisten and sparkle when the sunlight caught it's jewel like surfaces.
When we came across this pond, we were overwhelmed by a cacophony of sounds which we soon realized were the strange quacking sounds of hundreds of unthawing wood frogs! Most magnificent to witness this phenomena, we hung around the pond for quite a while just listening. We became enchanted with the place and found it most difficult to leave.
Curvilinear lines.
I am so in love with the trees, they seem to grow more beautiful with every passing day. They carry so much mystery, love and beauty within their textures and shapes that I almost can't contain myself when I am near them.
Walt pointed out this small beauty to me. I am convinced it is a fairy ladder.
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I'm glad that you got the chance to get away. Your photos are magnificent! I particularly like the moss carpet ones and see why you felt so compelled to touch the surrounding textures. It must have been wonderfully restorative for you both.
As I looked at your photographs, I realized I was sighing at the loveliness of those woods and the just plain beauty of the natural world.
And yes - it's either a faerie ladder - or 'twas placed there for the wee tree froggies to clamber upon. And perhaps the singing frogs are just faeries in disguise, after all...
Thanks for stopping by Patrice and Valerie, lovely that you could take the walk with me...and yes, I am sure those faerie frogs cast a spell on us both, their musical sounds certainly altered the forest into an otherworldly experience.
Wonderful photos, Holly. But even more wonderful is the time you and Walt had together in such a beautiful place. Beauty heals the spirit, lets us feel alive within. May the memories of your time in this place continue to bring you joy.
oooooh, what a magic, glorious story! Such sensory delights that hop off the screen and tickle us with textures,enchanted air and lighting.
And now look at what a happy mess I am, covered in moss, frog chants, and thoughts of sweet forest friends.
love with you, Holly & Walt.
"Beauty..lets us feel alive within" Well said, Maureen and I think Walt and I will carry these beauteous moments for many weeks to follow.
Happy to roll in the tangled woods with you Sandilee! :)
White Memorial is so similar to my woods. Maybe Emma and I could meet you and Walt and walk there sometime? I thought of you this morning. I was on my knees trying to photograph a mossy, lichen covered stump...
Seems these woods are the favorite habitat of the wee "wood frogs" and yes, it would be lovely to meet up with you and Emma for a woodland walk one day!
Such gorgeous photographs. I felt like I was walking the woods along with you and Walt. What a fine spring teaser; while we, here, are still covered in snow!
Thanks for taking the walk Monica and hope that spring unthaws your patch of the planet very soon!
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