I spent a morning last month hiking through the John Muir Woods, taking photos and trying to reach a spot somewhere beyond the chatter and noise of the park’s many visitors. It’s a beautiful and quiet place when you walk just a short distance up the switch backing trails, above the wide valley where the redwoods are anchored. The path becomes narrow and your encounters with other hikers grow less frequent the further you move toward the trail’s outer boundary that overlooks the Pacific Ocean.
As I think back to that morning, the thing that I remember enjoying the most was the sense of purpose. The path is laid out in front of you and all you need to do is move forward. All that matters and all that exists is moving forward in that moment.
Here is a painting I did this week while looking back but always trying to be present, Path through the Forest.