Tuesday, Sept. 20, 2005 @ 10:15 pm
If I am not working I escape into the woods. I seem posessed, driven to step on every trail I can find, to explore these woods and know their every dip and peak. Sometimes I am alone and I become scared of the unseen, the eyes that are surely watching me. Sometimes I am with my Dad and he teaches me things: f-stops, land surveying, the contents of Grandpa's will. It's an easy project, left foot right foot, and suddenly you see the city from a different angle, or maybe there is fog but that's ok because there are mushrooms around your feet.