tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7938459117789143606.post8110747951808447371..comments2023-09-30T04:38:22.123-05:00Comments on Peter Von Brown: What Wood You Remember?Peter Von Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15042839698693906854noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7938459117789143606.post-86330009726371954412008-06-19T18:23:00.000-05:002008-06-19T18:23:00.000-05:00Ah, Pete. What a nice post, and I'm so glad that ...Ah, Pete. What a nice post, and I'm so glad that my photos sent you there.<BR/>Gosh, I was always such a city girl. I guess I remember going to the woods near Salt Point, California. We'd go camping there often. On one side of Hwy 1 sat the ocean, snarling at the sandy cliffs. On the other side wandered forest land, great for hiking and exploring. Legend has it that on first entering the forest (age 7 or so), I started to cry. When asked what got me to upset, I answered tearfully, "Where are the sidewalks?"<BR/>That place grew on me though. I was given the gift of seeing a mountain lion, many jack rabbits, families of deer (d-d-d-deer deer deer), and a myriad of snakes, bugs, and birds. The best part, though, was waking up to dew on my lashes and a world whose light was siphoned through a green kaleidoscope. Delicious for your eyes!Danielle Filashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17559045917532735660noreply@blogger.com