“….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!”

It was raining, not hard, but the drizzle was constant.  There’s something about being in the forest when it’s wet.  Drips on the flowers, colours highlighted in the wet, the splash of footsteps, the quiet.  It’s all there, you just have to notice it. I was north of Lawson, hoping to find St. Michaels FallsContinue reading ““….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!””