Forever Young

A young White Fir on a trail in Boyle Ravine. Made me think about a Bob Dylan song I first discovered on a Joan Baez recording.  When I walked by it the first time, there was a single, dead Dogwood leaf resting on it.  On the way back, it was gone.  The ground below the sapling was covered with last season's Black Oak and Big Leaf Maple leaves with a sprinkling of Dogwood.  It felt good to be in a place that reminded me that I was enjoying a moment in time in a place where some things have not changed for thousands of years.