Wilson Nature Trail

Behind the brick buildings of Hampden Sydney there are circles of trails. I have to admit I was a little nervous exploring the area by myself, not only because of the concentration of trees, but mostly because I am not sure if it is officially hunting season or not, or if that even matters to those looking for deer.

Ten minutes into my hike I got into the spirit of the landscape; leaves the size of small blankets fell from thirty feet above, the cadence of an animal pacing through the trees.





I came across some woodland life. Three elegant and dignified labradors welcomed me at the top of a hill. They were running freely, without master, or friend. I was startled by a HS boy running through the woods, and then by a deer dashing between trees.

Music in the Halls

This is the hallway to Dave's office where I sometimes sit and pluck away at the keys. I have a trick to making the music sound acceptable in a gallery this size; it is a fabrication of sound I have employed since I was a young girl playing my grandmother's piano in our living room. I recall those keys so that when I get into a rhythm and hum some non-sense tune along with the notes, I am no longer where I am, I am everywhere I have ever been at once.