Daily Practice 9/365

I took a walk in the rainforest on a favourite trail. At this time of year, the trees are covered with moss of the most vivid green, and the wind blows down these little offerings that litter the trail. Who the offerings are for, or what they are meant to signify, is not clear. But there is something peaceful and reassuring about them. The trail comes out an an inlet, across the water the fir trees were shrouded in fog. Yet it was this image of a fallen offering that somehow spoke more to me than any other.

I titled this image:

"He stumbled upon an offering to the gods, not knowing by whom or for what purpose"