The trees in Maryland are like strange gnarled spirits. Cheerful, but gnarled.
It’s hard not to think about magical forest beasts when walking near these trees.
I took this photo at Fair Hill, a few miles form where my mom lives (with a whole bunch of horses and dogs.) Fair Hill is a vast preserve of land where many people ride horses. There is horse manure every few feet so, while Mickey’s favorite urban sport is Hunting For Sidewalk Chicken Bones, in Maryland it becomes Horse Manure Diving.
I admire his enterprising spirit, if not the end result.