Den Rock Walk
Den Rock Walk – Den Rock Park Hidden in the midst of population, business, and all of the bustle, I found this old Native American land called Den Rock Park. I guess when you think… Den Rock Walk
Den Rock Walk – Den Rock Park Hidden in the midst of population, business, and all of the bustle, I found this old Native American land called Den Rock Park. I guess when you think… Den Rock Walk
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
It was 39°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.
But I was wrong, it wasn’t the good that had left the room, but rather the feeling of evil had entered and hung like a thick black smoke over everyone and every thing. I can’t say that I have ever felt that way before, but it was a place to which not a soul I’d ever again wish to bring.
The other day, I went outside seeking a connection to the those now gone.
Specifically, I was looking for the one we loved, the one we call, John.
It may be best to watch this video in full-screen, high-definition. Recently I took my Mom, my Aunt, and my Uncle on a foliage trip. We traveled all over the Mt. Kearsarge region of New… NH Foliage Trip 2016
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load. Either way, you can’t go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road.