We went into the forest that surrounded our campsite again this morning. It is getting more difficult to find scenes that are significantly different than others that have already been photographed.
I’m drawn to the geometry created by the old, fallen tree trunks, intersecting at various angles and directions.
I’m trying to give more attention to the small, intimate details in the forest.
Occasionally, I find stumps that indicate a tree has been purposely cut down. I do not know why, but I suspect they were felled by hunters to make their hunting blinds, which I have seen scattered around the forest.