We went on the most beautiful walk over the weekend.
After a pretty lazy couch vegetable Sunday we all needed a little fresh air before bed. Also both Max and Claire had had late naps and needed toddler size workouts in order for bedtime to happen.
It was after supper before we were coordinated enough to head out, the fall sun was quickly lowering, the sky red, so we had to keep it close and decided to head for this little trail nearby we had heard about.
The trail was full of little wonders. An old shed, house, or a workshop? Isolated in the woods, trees growing through the windows and falling in on itself, sundried and grey, the door hanging open, you couldn't help but imagine what it's once upon a time was. The most beautiful pile of cars ever seen, circa nineteen forty Troy guessed, with two front windows, round top and wheel wells, two round little headlights sticking up on the front, the seats eaten, rust brown and moss covered. Animal trails leading down to the brook on the side, through the bright lime soft moss forest floor, a hill rising on our other side, with tall straight thick dark evergreens and slim light hardwoods beginning to lose their leaves. Old trees lay composing, soft and squooshy. Sometimes the trail weaved dangerously close to a ravine ledge over the brook, thrilling the kids, making my heart skip a beat, holding their little hands tight. The sunset light made it magical, serene, at times the long shadows made it a little haunting, a tad eery.
It was such a pretty little trail we decided to go back again yesterday to take some pictures, joined by my nieces and my mom, my mother's and Thane's shared birthday. The light of course was different midday, but no less beautiful, just different. More cheery. I almost got nice pictures of each of the kids, except Seth was either on the move or not smiling in all of his. My mission for nice pics to enlarge for the wall almost accomplished.