#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Banks of the Charles River

This morning, a fellow writer and friend, seeing the photo of the fungus on the fallen tree I had just posted, commented:

“You see the beauty in what others trample upon.”

Strangely, I wonder how it seems to be the other way around? As if, in this daily practice I've happily stumbled onto - of not just being in the woods, where I have been forever, but being in the woods with my camera - that the un-trampled spirit of trees, river, wildflowers, sky is noticing me - insisting that I

be arrested  

turned back

to see 

to focus

to click  

to save

how this mysterious

encounter un-tramples

my spirit

“trample

to tread heavily, roughly, or crushingly

to domineer harshly over; crush:

to put out or extinguish”

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017