Next Chapter : The Whispers Within

The face of the forest is a canvas for the whims of autumn—a tapestry composed of color, texture, order and chaos. This aesthetic is only a facade for another dimension waiting to be discovered beyond—a world of mystery and wonder that lurks behind the conspicuous elements of autumn. It is a reality that can only be found if we take the time to look beyond the superficial. I’m led by my own senses to believe this, while contemplating the darkened shroud of the forest from afar.

It is a curious beckoning that prompts a nervous longing for discovery beyond the forest’s edge. What’s on the other side of the seemingly impenetrable forest wall? What creatures lurk within? (It is the wild lands of the Rocky Mountains, after all.) Will I be brave enough to step inside, and find out for myself?

This barrier of the forest edge exists mostly within my mind, of course. My curiosity ignores the sense of foreboding, and I walk into the forest to explore—most of the time. Now and then I prefer to wander the forest’s depths from afar—roaming within my imagination. The causal factor is the same—I must know the forest that lies beyond the trees.