Saturday, August 22, 2009

22 august 2009

urban forest -
years of passing the same plants
not knowing their names

Most mornings I go for a walk in Schmitz Preserve Park, the home of the only old growth forest within Seattle's city limits, and do a little sketch and try to note my thoughts in a haiku format.

The title of an Alan Fletcher book stuck with me and seemed the perfect name for this combination of pictures and poems.

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