While drinking my morning tea (left), I drew a corner of my studio, kind of scary!
These enormous trees are in the old growth part of the forest that I often walk through. These trees are well over a hundred years old and were left undisturbed when the north face of the mountain was cut for lumber in the early 20th century. I left off the leaves because my interest here was in the patterns and shapes of the trunks and lower branches. If I stand in front of one of these giants and reach my arms across I can barely reach from side to side, certainly not encircle the trunk. They're full of scars and round growths and twisted branches and holes.
Walking up the trail I saw so many mushrooms, including one pure white one covered with velvety white hairs. Another was a puffball with a hole in the top through which spores had blown. Also saw some squaw root with little seeds coming off the blackened, rotting cone-like body of the plant. I also picked up some clay samples, just fingersful. I found the four colors here within a few yards of each other along the trail. Monday night my journal group is coming over to go clay gathering for paint-making, and I wanted to check out the accessibility of the clay deposits in all this rain. We will need boots!