Week 4 is a shot of us walking through the woods where I grew up in Little Coon,
or Stevenson, Alabama
We were visiting my dad, Popee, for the day
"Like the trees, we are visitors, guests of the earth. The light shines down, and a bud breaks, branches give way before us, a book's leaves open, and our eyes look, look again. We are a grove, companions spared to be on earth at the same time. The trees--though not our kind--are kin, elder relatives standing to greet us."
(Kim Stafford)
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