Late January 2003

A few January leftovers. Sometimes I get behind myself. I've been able to get  more saturated color onto this page than onto the past few.

While the path is relatively straight, my walks are crooked walks. My efforts take me off at 60 degree angles down into the thin woods, along the riverbank, back up the slope in a sideways climb, hopeful to preserve my equipment, then down again when I imagine an opportunity lies just beyond my field of view. 

It's a slow wandering, I do.  Many of us don't have the luxury of enjoying such things. We  walk mostly straight ahead, mind fixed on a specific destination.

River Ice