July 6.
A morning walk alone to sit in the woods where I have never been. Down the dry waterfall and back by the boulder trail. Start a new path over an old fallen maple past an animal den.
At dusk we bushwack well off the lower stream to an overlook on neighbors' land. Walking home in the heat through the darkening woods my retinal flashes are fireflies!
Zphx, 20100706
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