
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.