We Have to Stop and Listen

I grabbed my camera and headed out the door with no particular destination in mind. In fact, I wasn’t even certain I was going to take any pictures. I just knew I needed to escape for a few hours.

I wandered around the yard, uncertain which direction to take, when suddenly the trail into the woods seemed the perfect place to start.

At first, the woods seemed utterly quiet, with nothing more than the sound of my feet meeting the autumn leaves that were beginning to cover the trail. I walked without much thought beyond wondering why I had bothered to bring my camera.

It wasn’t exactly an ideal day for getting any decent shots, but I was really too far away from the house to take it back now.

It wasn’t long before I realized I was already where I wanted to be, deep in the woods, just watching nature unfold in front of me. I sat on an old log and truly began to listen to the different sounds all around me. I could hear the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.

Somewhere in the distance a frog was calling, and a few birds were singing a beautiful melody. It wasn’t until I stopped to listen that I could hear all these beautiful sounds.

It was then that I saw the mushrooms growing out through the leaves. One was broken, most likely by the squirrels that I had been watching playing tag for the last twenty minutes.

Autumn Trail in Mississippi

I don’t know why I was so intrigued by the beauty of this scene. But, I knew that I wanted to permanently record this moment in time with a photograph as a reminder that sometimes if we truly want to hear, we have to stop and listen.

J. Cricket Walker

Small Business Marketing Consultant and Scenic Photographer
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