field journal entry

9/7/2010 5pm

Sunny day, not many clouds, very warm

Walking through the crum at this time of day is very relaxing for me, especially after a long day of classes.  As I walk, I can hear some birds in the trees, as well as the faster moving sections of crum creek.  I also came across a small stream, which was babbling.  At this point in the day, the sun is lower in the sky, so it cuts across the tops of the trees.  This makes some very interesting shadows, as well as reflections on the water.  I sat on a log for a while and watched the flow of the creek and the reflections that danced on top of it.  Once I continued my walk, I observed how the rays of light would cut through the tall trees and penetrate to the forest floor.  I also began to taste some of the dirt that had been kicked up from my walking, which does not taste too good.  I am also under the impression that the crum has its own distinct smell, but I am not sure what it is.  It probably a combination of many different plants and animals and other things that are found in the woods, but I feel that every time I go for a walk in the woods, I can smell a distinct smell.  It almost feels as though I smell the essence of the woods.  I then walked down to the meadow, where I felt a cool breeze blow calmly through my hair and around my body.  It was at this point that I remembered one of my first experiences with the woods and nature.  I’m not sure how old I was at this time, but I remember going camping with my dad and some family friends.  We went up to Maine for a week or so, and we live in a small cabin in the woods.  I remember waking up to the sound of birds in the trees all around me, and I remember going to bed with the noises of the night creatures all around me.  I also remember joking with my cousins that we saw a moose in the woods, but I was only the taillights from a car in a different compound.  This little camping experience was the first time that I really appreciated the nature and all it had to offer.

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