We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw.
It was quite the rainy day when these were taken. I have a thing for ferns and was pretty excited to see so many sprawled across the forest floor.
Song Project of the Day = The Last Names: 52 Covers
camera: pentax k1000