I believe this is the Amphibrach Trail in the White Mountains.
Resist the temptation to write or photograph as you walk through the fields or woods or desert or bog. When we stop and consider the right word while looking at the broken bird’s egg, we lose part of our reaction. The same disconnect apparently happens during photographing. One second you’re looking, touching, listening, and thinking of what that brings up. The next you’re halting the reaction and thinking about the photo. Take it slowly. Be in the now for one hour. Go back after the hour and write then. You will remember what you saw. You will remember, too, your thoughts after seeing. You will unfurl a whole story, but if you stop and scribble or photograph in the field, you miss it.
