Don't you just enjoy when walking along the familiar path, something new appears ever so often? I noticed this face one afternoon - there it was, waiting to be discovered! “I think people who don't know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And I think they wonder how it could hold anyone's interest for very long, being all so much the same. But in truth I have a list of a hundred places in my own town I haven't been yet. Quaking bogs to walk on; ponds I've never seen in the fall (I've seen them in the summer - but that's a different pond). That list gets longer every year, the more I learn, and doubtless it will grow until the day I die. So many glades; so little time.” Bill McKibben Textures: Revolution by Kim Klassen, Lincoln by Nancy Clayes
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