On an overcast and calm Sunday afternoon in late September, I succumbed to the urge to go for a walk in the woodlands to the west. With my camera in tow, I crossed the barbed wire fence into the nearby pecan orchard and chose to follow the well-worn path of an animal trail along a fence line. I generally find the animal trails yield the easiest path in any direction. Even in the darkness of heavily wooded areas where little plant life exists, animal trails wind around trunks and over fallen limbs, usually taking the traveler on the quickest, or at least cleanest, route. These many trails make up a secret world of arteries and thoroughfares that lead to places unknown.
The fence line trail I chose this day, was not a new trail for me to traverse. I had been this route many times before, having first walked this particular path the spring we released orphaned Daisy deer to the wild. It was she who taught me to follow the beaten paths that the animals used. And it was here that I discovered the trail to my own wild spirit.
From season to season and year to year, the scenery along these paths may remain somewhat the same, but there are always subtle changes, unexpected surprises, and even chance meetings with a few fellow travelers.