
As soon as I step off the path, my decision making process changes. Without a map to follow, my tuition and imagination takes over.
I use my nose. My posture changes. I find myself inventing superstitions. There is adventure and treasure and the possibility to get terribly lost, or cold, or wet or eaten.
I usually manage to fill my basket and find my way home before dark.
When I come home I lay my finds out to look at them. It’s useful to keep a record of what I see. It's a good exercise in observation and reflection, like thanksgiving.
I thought the information might be interesting to my friends so I started posting my finds on line with descriptions and stories and to my surprise people kept looking at them and commenting.
Hopefully sharing my passion and adventure with the community will encourage others to indulge in their own passions.
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