It is called a conservation area, and I understand the value of the diverse habitat, the necessity of wetlands for preserving clean water supplies, but all that disappears when I’m walking the trails. Then, the woods become restorative – a place where calm can seep into your very bones. Wind in the trees, the “plop” of a frog jumping, birds singing, and the ever-present stealth of the heron stalking, I long for it when I’m away, and breathe more deeply when I’m there. I hope you, too, enjoy a visit via this painting. Details below.