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What would it be like to wander in this forest? Well, I am going to make a little film of just that! We saw this forest from across a valley of bog and scrub.
There must be a way to walk in those trees.
Seek and you shall find.
It was one of the most transporting walks my feet have found—the spirit released, soaring beneath the golden leaves.
It is time to photograph some fall leaves. The place we have landed is an endless river of amber, mandarin, umber, ruby, flaxen, saffron, and gold. The palette is buoyant.
My heart feels the best when it is near mountains so immense that, if their depths are contemplated enough, they become frightening.
Yes, it is something I love the most.
A scene worthy of painting!
The lighting was so richly amber on this morning. I did not add any warming colors to this in editing, in fact I cooled them down just a bit.
Today was strange. I got up very early to go and take some pictures in the morning light. I walked in the woods while the most beautiful light streamed through the trees, the kind of beauty that is overwhelming and makes me want to take a million photos to capture it all. I had my sweet dog who has the hilarious ability to either place herself perfectly in a photo, or completely bomb it, there is no in between. We shared banana muffins and coffee (for me) at the top of a hillside that leaves me breathless. It was a beautiful morning!
I wanted to sit in the woods all day and just feel the sun on me up in the chilly mountains. Maybe I should have.
As I was coming down the mountain and making my way back home, I started feeling anxious, over nothing in particular. And I would say that is one of the most frustrating things about the anxiety that I tend to have, I cannot say ‘Oh this is what is bothering me, and here is how I can fix it’. It is just there, and sometimes it can be very heavy.
As the day wore on, it turned into more of a certain anxiety, the kind I am very used to and realize that most likely, tomorrow, it will be totally gone, so I try not to let it take much hold. It is the story where it is like some bad spirit tells me everything I do is pointless—the work I create, what I post online for the world to see, the life I am trying to build, how I relate to people, my mostly solitary existence, the path I am walking, every facet of my being. I cannot do much when this cloud settles except focus on creating to distract my mind from the hole it seems to be sucked down into.
So I got a lot done on my sweater I am knitting! A stitch knitted that contained a worry, a stitch knitted that let it go, over and over again. The sleeves are attached to the body and I am in the first few rows of my favorite part of Icelandic designs—the beautiful collar with patterns. If I wake up tomorrow and still feel like I’m imploding, I’m just going to sit all day and work on my sweater and not feel guilty about using my time that way.
I also made a big mug of ayurvedic tea power to bring some balance, ate some good soup, and took a long hot shower. These things do chase the bad away.
The rainbows that shined on the sweater made me feel better in a way. And heavens, yes, that one sleeve is a mess. That is the one that I had to reknit twice, so the yarn is a little kinky. Some soaking will fix it up when I block the sweater upon completion.
I think tomorrow I’m also going to make a delicious breakfast and make some treats for an upcoming road trip.
Now I’m going to sink into my bed, feel the cold air come in my window, and pray for good to fill my heart tomorrow and outshine the bad. Perhaps I will also dream of the little film I will make with the lovely footage I was able to capture of the forest today.
Good night~
Today I decided to take a drive and see some aspen trees. They are golden for only a brief time, which is different each year. Sometimes you can plan to see them “in a few days”, a big wind storm will come through, and afterwards all the leaves cover the ground, ruining your plans. To find them in the midst of their full glory is a bit of timing and a bit of luck—much like life.
I found them at a very good time, and I ran with joy through their groves. The wind was just right, their leaves sing a unique sound when it is not too windy, and not still. A whisper that is as enchanting as the walk through the trees.
Kya and I wandered off the trail, following our own trail of yellow leaves. We had a picnic lunch with the spruce, shared an apple with a chipmunk, and I collected a study of photos to use in painting. The cobalt sky was the clearest it has been in a long time, with no wildifre smoke to make haze. The views across the valley all the way to the next 12,000 foot mountain range were just breathtaking.
Here are some photos for you to enjoy~
