The Philosophy of Walking in the Woods

The View from up here is Great!



The view might be simply fantastic, but sometimes in our haste to go from one vista to another, our impatience to see the next panorama causes us to overlook what very well could be the best view of all. Don't forget to look down! 

The forest floor can offer some of the most wonderful of scenery. Tiny, microcosmic landscapes; a palette of colours not expected; shapes and patterns of a very compelling nature, and not necessarily found when peering across a vast stretch of woods, hills or lakes.

 

   

I am compelled to wonder if Jean-Paul Sartre, Kierkegaard or Gabriel Marcel walked the local woods of their respective homes. Were their thoughts on existentialism influenced by what covered the ground where their feet trod? 

Did Sartre see the "rot," influencing his adherence to Atheism? Proof in his mind that man's amorality was only possible if God did not exist? 

And did Marcel or Soren Kierkegaard see the "rot" beneath their feet and envision a renewal in life, a return to the earth in a spiritual re-birth of a plan that their God had put in place billions of years before their walk through the woods would ever happen?

 My walks through spruce forests, poplar stands and muskeg are meaningless to most. In fact,  they only have meaning to me. As I view the moment, I can only but realize that I have no influence on my surroundings... Other than where my feet tread.

Always look down, you never know what you might step on!

Any Excuse...

Any Excuse for a Walk in the Woods...

Woke this morning to the wood-fire out. It was chilly. Best remedy for a cool Sunday morning? The new Keurig that Aimee brought home late this week. It was raining too. Walk the dogs, but wait the rain and dark skies out before the first walk in the grouse woods for the season.

I left the house just by one this afternoon. There are not many places left in this world where you can walk through your subdivision with a shotgun over your shoulder. So I walked to the woods with a pocket full of shells, my camera and a curiosity, no, a hope for what I might see.

I walked for four hours! I heard many birds. I saw one, took one shot, and took that one bird home! I took many photos though. I looked down as much as I looked up, not to stop from tripping up, but just to see what was there.

I saw some fantastic and interesting stuff! Views and panoramas, tiny forest growth, and unfortunately some trash. 

This week, in the early evenings after work, I’ll walk the woods a few more times. 

Tomorrow we’ll be blueberry picking; found a great spot this afternoon closer to home than expected. Maybe another grouse or two later in the week. Of course, I’ll fish one of those evenings too! 

I’m thinking a new recipe is formulating; Grouse with a blueberry sauce!

They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. I’m thinking a walk a day keeps the doctor away! And, after all, hunting, fishing or photography are simply good excuses for a walk in the woods!