Hangin' in the forest, it's where we love to be. With a couple of our favourite people, talking to the trees.
Flowers of the forest floor, soon they won't be here anymore. They'll be covered with the winter snow, awaiting springs warm, sunny glow.
A nice walk in the forest, breathing the air of the trees. Treading carefully over roots, photographing bumblebees.
Paths of rocks. Paths of roots. Paths of trees, with autumn leaves. People from here. People from there. The people are mine, wherever they are.
On top of the beautiful hills of the Georgian Peaks Ski Resort, overlooking the Bay's cool, blue waters. I skied here a few times, a long time ago. Twisted my ankle on a first run, skied the rest of the day. Walked with crutches, the rest of the month.