Autumn in the Pacific Northwest seems to me a quiet, dappled season.
It's a season of calm reflection in our woods.
Mosses and mushrooms,
ferns and rose hips...
Quiet beauty prevails.
Hiking through the woodland alone this afternoon inspired me.
The forest was my outdoor cathedral.
And a splendid house of worship it was.
Everywhere I looked there were living collages and masterful landscapes.
Who can doubt than an ordinary day is full of miracles?
The changing of the seasons is an amazing phenomenon.