I noticed the huge pine trees and ferns all over the place, wild orange and yellow flowers. There were horses and deer around. The houses and barns were so far apart. As we pulled into the Camp in New Hampshire, I heard the crunch of the leaves under the car tires. We hopped out to take some photos and I smelled the forest. It smelled so good, like fresh sweet pine. You could hear birds chirping and really feel the peace. Rays of sun glimmered through the leaves; I saw a stream of water through the trees. It really was a good place, and I was happy to be there. What a great weekend! Now in the car - head home to the hot city! The memories of the forest will inspire my art.