From Waist Height and Wondering 29

I shot this from the window as we were whizzing through the backwoods.

And I’m not being facetious, I know we’re in the middle of nowhere but the name translates from the welsh as literally “back woods”. 

I walked those woods as a child. Lift the babies and the dogs over the five-bar gate and dive in. Secret paths, favourite dells and the whippets tearing through the undergrowth. 

Shifting branches, fluttering clouds, bouncing along in our little car. A moment captured in my camera. Evoking gratitude and reflection. 

Out of the dappled darkness of the woods road and into bright sunset light.