Posts Tagged ‘forest’

It’s difficult to know which photos to share for my recent walks in the park that I’ve enjoyed visiting while back in Illinois, but let’s start with a photo of something I’d never seen there before: an owl. Silently walking among the trees just at dawn, I saw an owl land not far from me. I managed to get three shots before it flew away, two of the back of its swiveled head. This one had to have some work done on it because of how dark it was in the woods, but I was so chuffed at having not only seen it but gotten a halfway decent shot that I didn’t care.

Sometimes it pays to get down low and smell the clover…or at least take a photo of it.

I often came around corners to find swaths of flowers, often too wide for one photo to contain. Bliss.

There were still some of my favorites: dead plants festooned with spider webs.

One more first time spotting, this time something getting a bit of warmth from the rock, an illustration of the usefulness of telephoto and cropping.

If you enjoyed this tiny walk even one tenth of how much I enjoyed that morning, I’ll be happy to have made your day better. Jo, thanks for hosting these walks when you have the time and enjoy your time away from hosting as well. Your efforts and beautiful walks are much appreciated.

for Jo’s Monday Walk

Every so often, we got a day where it wasn’t actively raining and we seized the moment to enjoy it to the fullest. While my s-i-l took one of the dogs for a long run, I (who am a fast-twitch muscle/sprinter/100-200m “distance” runner), took a nice walk to find a memorial in the forest.

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When it’s been raining, you start seeing fungus and although there were many that had dried out due to the long drought, some survived, while others were beginning to thrive.

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Bundle a number of these branches together and you have a broom of the sort used before you could just go buy one and still used by some.


At a time when weather in the northern US has been a hot topic (or a cold topic), “Weathered” is an apt theme for the Photo Challenge.  In the annoying tradition of making a word a part of speech it wasn’t meant to be, those of us in that part of the country have been getting (winter) weathered like crazy.

But my example comes from a summer day in the Vosges Forest of France, a place where you don’t expect to come across a chair of any sort while following a trail.  This chair obviously had weathered more than a few nights in the forest and come out the worse for wear, something with which we who’ve experienced many days and night of sub-zero Fahrenheit temperatures might identify!

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“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
~Leonora Carrington

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Finally, fundamentally fabulous, fantastic French forest fungus.  Fun!  🙂

Yes, alliteration has struck again.  If you’ve been following my blog for some time, you know that where I go in France, I’m deep in the Vosges forest.  This is where we walk the dogs each day.

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Although we love to hunt for (edible) mushrooms, much of what we find is, although fun to see, not edible and might even be poisonous.  Despite not being edible, fungi can be eye-catching, as I think you can tell from these photos.


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It’s been another beautiful day in the Franche-Comte, possibly one of the most under-rated and unknown, at least to Americans, areas of France.  Hills, mountains, and forests characterize the area; the eponymous Comte cheese is one of the delicious attractions. If you click on the above link and find Lure on the map, you’ll know basically where I am.

Each day we walk in the forest, suitably attired to keep the numerous ticks from attaching to any part of us.  The dogs must be carefully checked when we return.  The last time I was here, we searched each time for mushrooms, death trumpets which, despite their name, are not only harmless but delicious. Unfortunately, they aren’t in season. (I’d include a link, but as I’m on my iPad, I’m horribly frustrated by its lack of ease and cooperation. Just trust me: they’re difficult to find and well worth the effort.)

Anyway, here are a few shots of what it’s like here.

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Not everything is large. On moss-covered logs, you’ll see a microcosm of the surrounding forest.

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Forest Rain

Posted: October 11, 2014 in Poetry
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Forest Rain

Heavy grey clouds pull
    curtains of rain across the sky,
    tangling them in forest trees;
    too late for most in the death march
        of the crisp, brown ferns,
    skies’ tears for the departed.

Mushroom spores glory in the glut of moisture,
tiny frogs break out in song,
orange slugs lie fatly quiescent.

Multi-colored carpet of leaves lies cold and sodden,
    muffling all sounds
    save the constant drip of raindrops 
    and the parachuting acorns.


This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

The France most people know is that of the south:  pastel homes and shutters, chèvre, Provencal linens, the Mediterranean; theglamorous France of movies.  The France we’re visiting is the France of stone houses, forests, cows and their cheese; of a difficult existence gained through hard work.  We’re near Mélisey,  (; 1(74)

Europe is in the grip of rainy weather as we arrive, but we manage a walk during a break in the rain.  It seems to be still raining, but it’s simply water dripping from trees and plants.

The perfect companion

The perfect companion

The path (road) beckons.  The only sounds we hear besides the rain are the sounds of birds and insects.  The forest is completely peaceful, even though we know animals are everywhere, even wild boar.  I’d rather not come across one of those while walking, although if one walked by at the bottom of the yard, as happened once before, I would enjoy seeing it from the safely of the house.

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The forest here is similar in many ways to a rain forest and although fire was a consideration earlier in the summer, now there is plenty of rain.  The moss thrives.  There’s a feel of Tolkien or Lewis in the silent, verdant growth and in the stones littered everywhere.  You can feel the Celtic influences here and a certain fey-ness in the air at times.  Eking out a farming existence here is difficult due to thick growth, rocks left from glaciers and thin soil.

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Mushrooms, raspberries and blackberries grow nearby.  The dogs love raspberries and compete with their humans for the ripe ones. Several of the dogs are more discriminating than others, dexterously eating on the ripe berries, while at least one indiscriminately grabs berry, leaves and stem, then spits them out.  The lovely ceramic or glass pots that we get yogurt in work perfectly for filling with the small, sweet berries. Flowers brighten the area that’s crammed with ferns and all sorts of (mostly) green growing things.  Not far along the road, we see beehives and, stopping, hear the sound of thousands of humming bees.

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Across from the hives we find a gigantic ant hill, about 2 – 2 1/2 feet tall and quite wide.  Ants are vital to the forest life and are protected.

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There are a few more days of rain in the forecast.  No chance of the moss drying out for some time.

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 If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer.  But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. 

~Henry David Thoreau