It’s winter. Everything is sleeping or dead. The landscape matches that sadness that seems to have been present in my heart for as long as I can remember. I find comfort in the bleakness, the lack of leaves and flowers and creatures roaming the woods.
While I was content to just sit and stare at the overcast skies and dead trees, Mollie was not having any of this artsy-fartsy smile for the camera stuff. She just wanted to go smell all the things.
final note: for a full album of the pics I took hiking with Mollie, check here