Another bright fresh morning in the woods and meadow before leaving tomorrow. Still anxious about transitioning, I breathe deeply and focus. When I'm taking pictures, all that's on my mind is what is through the lens: The misty river in a sunbeam through the trees. . . the ecstatically light drenched Queen Anne's Lace. . . the painted turtle - trickster - is laying her eggs on the incline of the trail - I see her, but fortunately, Charlie runs blindly up the hill. All along the trail, wild blueberries are ripening, green to blue, one by one, and will all be ready soon in my absence. The white tailed deer will have their plenty. I am having my plenty now.
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