Up A Tree

When life starts looking ugly, I head for the woods; which are abundant in my neck of the woods, as it were. Is that the light at the end of the tunnel down there in the distance? Or the tunnel at the end of the light? Or the headlight of an on-coming train?

In any case, walking in the woods is good for the soul, I can't imagine not having woods to explore. Some of my earliest memories are from escapades in the woods. Near my childhood home there was a stretch of woods with a creek running through it, we spent countless hours and days in there, in our secret world.

And I've sometimes been guilty of barking up trees...

This is another view barking up a tree, whether the wrong one, or the right one, I don't know...