There’s nothing like an old stone wall, crumbling and forgotten, to make a gray day seem even grayer. I’m sure its builder would be as surprised to find it still here as I was to find it at all only a few steps away, though all but hidden from the trail.
These thick leathery plants are suddenly everywhere. A good reminder to sometimes look down.
Like a gate, these sticks block the way to a small clearing, owned by cardinals.
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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