When I walk on wooded trails, I often find myself looking down for long stretches, to see where to place my feet. It is like standing on a bridge, watching a brook flow underneath – the ground passing beneath me.
Nearly daily sketches and other work by Heather Goff
When I walk on wooded trails, I often find myself looking down for long stretches, to see where to place my feet. It is like standing on a bridge, watching a brook flow underneath – the ground passing beneath me.