write 31 days: dreamscape – day 12

Living here in New Hampshire, I don’t have to look far during any season for dreamy landscapes and that’s doubly true in autumn, when the leaves of the maples, beeches, and birches turn startling shades before saying sayonara. (Musician Chad Sugg wrote, “Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”)

In the last five or six weeks, besides woods and beach walks in southern Maine during a 5-day trip there, I’ve spent time on ten different trails within an hour of home, some of them more than once, and I’ve walked around my small town many days. Here are a couple of photos from each place, landscapes that may appear in my dreams — or yours.

I think it’s appropriate to add on Columbus Day / Indigenous People’s Day here in the U.S., that the land now called New Hampshire was once known as N’dakinna, when it was the traditional ancestral homeland for about 10,000 years (400 generations) of the Western Abenaki (Sokoki) and Western Pennacook peoples before European explorers arrived around 1500. More here.