Mixed Feelings

I returned to my beloved forest on this amazing autumn day. Nearly 5 months of absence, 5 months full of intense experiences. Two visits to Germany, an operation and the death of my mother mixed me up.
Newlands forest greeted me with a beautiful sunrise.

I pass an old rusted valve, water seeping out, mixed up and blocked.

Going deeper I am greeted by perfection.

I find tiny treasures along the way.

At the old tree on Fernwood trail is a mysterious black pebble in a sand stone rock. Some lichen grows on it. Nowhere else I have seen something like this.

But in the deep forest there is a constant battle happening.

The fight for light, upwards towards the sun.

There are many worlds in the forest. The fly lives in a crystal world.

Rising, blockage, perfection, treasure, mystery, fighting, and and many worlds. Mixed feelings.