The old bridge in the woods
I found this old bridge in a forest last October and felt that I wanted to see what it looked like now and find out what the winter had done to it. It wasn’t easy to find but it was still there, slowly going back to nature.
Crossing that bridge is nothing I recommend…
A rill with nature’s own decorations. Do you hear the wind blowing in the trees, do you hear the slowly flowing water, do you hear the silence? I did!
The bottom of the rill. Nothing special, only a tiny little part of Mother Nature’s assets and something to be grateful for.