Echo
September 9, 2024
A rusted kids toy bicycle on the side of a Forest Road in Ocala National Forest
Word From The Woods
The sounds from the woods remain familiar.
Gunfire echoes in the distance. Car tires spin, throwing orange mud into the wheel wells as the morning fog lifts.
Thank God for these sounds, and for the vast silence of the woods, that I’m still able to be part of this wild symphony. To be out there, shooting too, sending my own echoes across the prairie. There’s so much fear and anxiety tied to it all — guns, land. It feels ancient, something shared through time. To stand there, armed, unafraid of life, and nothing to fear — what a bliss it is to play along.
A dog with sky-blue eyes rides cautiously through the rural roads.
Contruction continues ❤
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