Last week I went walking on the river's shore. I love the tangled woods down there, the high river, and the lowlands that so easily flood that the city has more or less left it all alone for a hundred years. It feels rich and ancient, independent and wild. It may not be the abode of dinosaurs, after all, the world of deciduous trees was not the world of dinosaurs, but I find dinosaurs fit in well enough anyway...
This post captures everything I love about your blog: a mix of everyday observation and fantastical imagination. Walking along the river with these dinosaur companions feels like stepping through a portal where time blends together, and the way you describe the quiet, wild woods makes it feel like a sacred place. Each photo is like a little vignette of wonder, reminding me of how magical it can be to see familiar landscapes through new eyes. Thank you for taking us along on your walk and for turning a summer stroll into an adventure with ancient friends!
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