Near The Wire Fence in the Forest.

There is a wire fence in the forest, I suppose it is to keep you away from the edge of the river, and away from the protected areas of the forest. Here the light barely comes through. Still, things grow, sometimes smaller and slower than you would expect. But they grow.

In the Forest at Sunrise.

Early this morning, right at day break, I returned to the small woodland at the delta of the Fraser River on the Pacific Coast. Some trees had recently fallen from the parameter of the woodland and light was streaming in where I have never seen it. Where five years ago there had been a Sturt of growth of vines and seedlings, all of those were gone. They had dried out, and crumbled to the ground. I wonder what happened then that brought about a change inside the dark forest, and why it has stopped.

The fort at the Edge of the Forest.

This fort has stood at the edge of the forest, now for over three years. 20 feet in one direction, new homes. 20 feet in the other, bears.

Looking Over My Shoulder.

I’ve been writing out my thoughts concerning the photographic process I use on my Substack Page. Please take a look, and subscribe…for free…if you’d like to follow what I write, or enter the conversation. https://jimroche.substack.com. This latest note is about looking back to see things from a different perspective while walking. Seems simple enough, but we need to do it more.

A Towel by a Tree in the Bog

A pathway in the woods.