Golden Days

Here are a handful of photos from the past couple weeks, mostly from my morning hikes in a local park.

I take so many photos and I never share them with anyone. I rarely even look at them again, although it makes me happy when I do. For me, most of the joy comes from the routine: noticing something, quickly framing the subject, then snapping the photo and moving on. It’s a spontaneous pursuit, and one of the few things I can reliably do without over-thinking.

I think it might be good for me to share more of my photos. I’ll get to see them again, and so will you.

A deer stands alert in a sunny forest clearing, with trees and the ruins of a stone cabin in the background.
Downward view of my legs as I rest on a bench during a fall hike, with the leaf-strewn gravel path under my feet.
A fallen oak leaf with yellow, green, brown, and red coloration, sitting on the gray compacted soil of a hiking trail.
An adult eastern box turtle looking up amid grass, ivy, and leaf litter on the edge of a hiking trail.
A bunch of pink roses in various stages of bloom, ornamented by drops of rain.
In an otherwise blue sky, tall storm clouds rise over a September country landscape that includes a small garden plot, a split-wood fence, and a group of walnut trees in a dry lawn.