I meander down wooded trails left damp by early morning rain showers, while my canine pal Cooper forays across leaf litter and pine straw. He satisfies primal instincts with lighthearted pursuits of wildlife. Age-old sounds of the wild punctuate the stillness yet quickly fade into the primordial bosom of silence. The ambience reaches into my essence, as God whispers to my heart and touches my soul.
Songbird calls its mate
Sapsucker taps timber pub
Silence sighs grand noise
© Ilija Lukić 2020
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| Sticks And Stones (on life's wooded trail) |
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