finding peace

The antidote for me to stores, holiday crowds and bone-crushing fatigue is a solo retreat to the woods. There’s nothing else that replenishes my energy and makes my spirit soar quite like this solitude. It’s where I go to get right with myself and right with the world. Where the only sounds to contend with are the creaking of trees deep in the forest, wind rushing through the pines and cedars, the excited gallop of dogs, and the quiet push of snow beneath boots …


woods in winter

pond in winter



winter berries

forest berries

pond in winter

winter branches

woopecker hole

tree carving

creek in winter

winter leaves

felled tree

winter creek

winter woods

winter path