Woodland Melody III
Acrylic and collage on canvas, floater framed. So many runs (in younger days) now walks through our nearby woods. At first it seems so quiet then you tune into the sounds. Pileated woodpeckers, songbirds, sometimes the snort of warning from the deer that you have disrupted, stream flowing. There are often trees blown down after storms to climb over, thick poison ivy ropes wrapping their way upwards on the trunks, and if you dare to go off trail, so much undergrowth, often thorny clutching at you.
I treasure the melody it all makes as I meditate away my steps.