We went in the back way, up the hill from the parking lot.

There are four-wheel tracks everywhere excepting on the top of the ridge.

It’s private property.

The trail comes into the park at the back side of the largest pond.

The trail on one side of the lake is raised on planks to keep it out of the bog.

I like the wiggles and the old boards.

I attempt some portraiture of my children.

Either I specialize in silly portraits,

or my family specializes in silly people,

or the world is a silly place,

or nothing is silly,

or we are all just trying to all get along,

or, “seriously.” As Iris would say.

we went to Johnville

in autumn

we looked at

the ponds

we breathed in

the woods

In winter, the boggy back trails of the Johnville Bog & Forest Park freeze over.

The park management opens them up for foot traffic.

Far off the well-beaten track of boardwalks and open bog lands, the boreal forest is full of hops.*

We examine some rabbit poo. They seem to have been eating mostly bark and needles.

Looking around, I have no idea what else rabbits could possibly eat.

*Rabbit tracks

I tried to take some photos of the kids on this log in mid-September, but the lighting was lousy.

Fortunately, I come here often enough to try, try again.

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I think I’d be happy to come here every day for a long, long time.

After some time, other people might require me to go alone.