Wood Stock

Fagus Sylvatica

Beside colors, I should be posting the deafening silence of a beech forest: the noise of the wind whistling through the treetops, the crackling of the dead leaves under the tires of my mountain bike, the dump sound of my palm touching the smooth bark of these noble giants.

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A January Sunday Afternoon

A walk to the edge of the wood.