My childhood self
I wonder what people make of my creations as they wander along the path of the stream in my childhood woods.
From the interactions that I have while I'm making them I'd say that it's generally a positive response, though one woman's sudden sharp questioning as I picked up stones from the stream bed caught me off balance ....
"WHAT are you doing?"
to which I replied "I'm decorating a tree!
Maybe I should've asked the same question of her, but usually such bold questioning is nothing more than a lead into a more fruitful interaction, but not in this case.
She gave me a stern look that reminded me of an old school teacher and turned on her heels, completely dismissing any further interaction.
My childhood self
I wonder what people make of my creations as they wander along the path of the stream in my childhood woods.
From the interactions that I have while I'm making them I'd say that it's generally a positive response, though one woman's sudden sharp questioning as I picked up stones from the stream bed caught me off balance ....
"WHAT are you doing?"
to which I replied "I'm decorating a tree!
Maybe I should've asked the same question of her, but usually such bold questioning is nothing more than a lead into a more fruitful interaction, but not in this case.
She gave me a stern look that reminded me of an old school teacher and turned on her heels, completely dismissing any further interaction.