The woodland trail, here on the ranch. This is the trail you take to get to the dock. It might not look like there are any signs of autumn, but there are. What might appear to be white flowers just left of center is a sea myrtle that has gone to seed.
It’s no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching.
~ Saint Francis of Assisi
Walking, in particular drifting, or strolling, is already — with the speed of culture of our time — a kind of resistance… A very immediate method for unfolding stories.
