“… there’s a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.”
― Rob Schultheis
I titled this ‘Crossing’ because it illustrates my point in a prior post about the lack of straight paths in the Boreal forest. A large tree has fallen across the path in front of me, ‘crossing’ my path.
It’s the way of trekking cross-country, and changing my way, slightly to get to my next destination. Here, I chose to go right and slightly up hill, to get to my destination, which is a nearly unseen beaver pond just past the crest of the hill. Though, you can see a bit of a reflection between the trees at the centre, just below the shining beech leaves. My destination is straight ahead, but my path is far for straight. A true “Boreal Path”.
You’ll notice another ‘snag’, or pile of dead brush along that path as well. Like I said, there are no straight paths through this forest. I’m also ‘crossing’ the hill to get there and two of the Hemlocks in the foreground are ‘crossing’ over each other, almost weaving together.
This is a place of peace and quiet, of circuitous paths, and a place so different from the human world I have escaped from. There are no clear paths, plans must flex situationally, with only the chatter of the ever-present Red Squirrels to replace the noise and busyness of the world outside this refuge.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD@70mm
1/4 sec, f/7.1, ISO 400