Eastern Woods
I grew up wandering the forests of New England hunting, fishing, and exploring. During the wintertime when the air turns frigid and leaves fall, the trees form a sinister and ominous web of dead branches and strange, eerie shadows. When you spend time alone in this environment, the mind conjures images from centuries-old tales of witches, strange creatures, and what lives in the shadows. On a recent hunting trip, I spent hours in solitary silence in this environment.
I grew up wandering the forests of New England hunting, fishing, and exploring. During the wintertime when the air turns frigid and leaves fall, the trees form a sinister and ominous web of dead branches and strange, eerie shadows. When you spend time alone in this environment, the mind conjures images from centuries-old tales of witches, strange creatures, and what lives in the shadows. On a recent hunting trip, I spent hours in solitary silence in this environment.
I grew up wandering the forests of New England hunting, fishing, and exploring. During the wintertime when the air turns frigid and leaves fall, the trees form a sinister and ominous web of dead branches and strange, eerie shadows. When you spend time alone in this environment, the mind conjures images from centuries-old tales of witches, strange creatures, and what lives in the shadows. On a recent hunting trip, I spent hours in solitary silence in this environment.