Giants and other woodland sculptures

‘Whoever shall this trumpet blow,
Shall soon the giant overthrow,
And break the black enchantment straight;
So all shall be in happy state.’

~ From Jack the Giant Killer, the English fairy tale version

The photos in this post are from my Quail Hollow hike a few weeks ago.  I realized this morning that I had not finished sorting through the images I brought home with me via the camera.  When I saw these two trees lying on the forest floor on the carpet of green, I immediately thought of a felled giant.

We are sailing into the Doldrums of late January which eventually leads to the February Funk.  The day has been gray and dull.  Cold, but without the benefit of snow to play in.

The ground is too soggy and boggy for hiking.

So it’s kind of nice to go back a little and look at photos from a sunny day.

They say Wild Women Don’t Get the Blues.  I’m thinking it’s time to get a little wild.  Do something new.

I don’t think I’ll be skydiving or bungee jumping anytime soon, but I do think it’s time to move out of my comfort zone a little.  Have some fun.  Escape the Doldrums.

Thanks for joining me here in the Bogs today.  Don’t let the cloudiness get you down.  I’m sure there’s some fun to be found.  We just have to make an effort and look around.  (Excuse the unintentional rhyming.  I didn’t notice it until I previewed the post and then thought, “oh, why not?”  It’s fun and silly.  Do it.)

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