I am in the midst of post-travel re-calibrating–of where and who I have been while non-native, touring, on a borrowed landscape, and of where I am from, belong and am back on duty once again. There are suitcases to unpack, garden plants to get in the ground, grass to mow. You know the drill.
So, following the path of least resistance, an art form of avoidance I have gone far to perfect, I have posted a phone-shot image my daughter sent me. And like many of hers, it shows me, with camera, totally absorbed: in this case, in Avatar Forest, or so we called it. And there were Entlings–armies of them.
It is actually the Hoh Rainforest. More, perhaps, on that later, after I dig out.