
A recent hike in the woods brought this discovery....an old bolt, rusted with time, covered in the green blanket of moss. Pearched upon a rock. Waiting to be photographed. I've walked by it before and didn't notice. But somehow this day, this hike, this silent treasure was found.
"Climb mountains and get their good tidings.
Natures peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The wind's will flow their freshness into you...
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves"
John Muir