Wood Walking

Its supposed to be restorative wood walking. Natures antidepressant.  So I took my son into the healing calm of green leaf and brown bark, out of the bustle of the city and the stress of school. It was for a while, till the world reasserted itself – sending warning noises through the branches: dog barking, men shouting. Too far away to see. Too loud to ignore.

So our fleeing footsteps were fast, dog, boy and I. And my photos were few.

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