When my wife and I retired, we moved to a half-acre lot “cornered into” the 22-acre woods, which is how I refer to the wooded buffer-land between us and the developments, shopping centers and highways about three-quarters of a mile away.
The woods are a mixture of hardwoods in the bottom land and pines in the high ground. There were deer here when we moved in, and coyotes, but they moved out as development encroached, and now we are left with a few squirrels and rabbits, a mated pair of Red-shouldered Hawks, and the usual assortment of songbirds and insects for company.
Arthritic knees and arthroscopic surgery in 2014 reduce my travels in search of photos from the exotic national parks and forests to local greenways and the 22-acre woods. I combine photography with philosophic wonderings in a way that is as haphazard as our life is–and I have gathered these together as an offering who whomever stumbles upon them as a treasure in a field, or a pearl lost amid the costume jewelry in the bin at the flea market, a real find to those who are looking for exactly what is here, and more meh for everyone else.
I expect this site to be “in process” over time, so return as you are able and see if its here yet, what you seek. I hope it will be.
–Jim Dollar, February 2, 2021