If These Rocks Could Talk

Living back home on Molokai now, I get to go for walks in this really magical forest that is part of a state park only 2 miles from my door. I usually go alone but I am never alone when on these walks. This forest talks a lot. The wind going through the trees-almost always a constant. The birds warbling throughout the day, a branch falling in the distance. 

And the light. Oh, the light! I never get tired of seeing how the light changes each time I am there. It is a very meditative place to be, this forest.

And then, there are the rocks. Or, boulders, I might say. They are full of stories from the past. Stories I will never know, but things they have been there for. I keep asking them to reveal these stories, but they remain silent-waiting for that moment that is right.

Join us as a group of us (yes-there are many of us!) from around the world post our shadow shots over at Shadow Shot Sunday 2. Entertain your muse and be amused by stopping by to see what others have posted!