Got out the door before 7. Forest Park is the kind of place you appreciate more when you live twenty minutes from it and keep forgetting to go.

Nothing dramatic happened. I walked up Leif Erikson, stepped off onto one of the side trails whose name I can never remember, and spent a while just staring at moss. The color green has a lot of settings in a place like this, and the X100V’s film simulation doesn’t try to flatten them out, which I appreciate.

Back at the car by 10, coffee, home. A good Saturday.

Morning light through fern fronds
7:40 am, the light just starting.
Moss-covered log across the trail
Everything is moss.
Bark texture close-up
Trail switchback under douglas firs
Switchback above Leif.
Patch of sword ferns
Fallen tree with new growth
Nurse log, doing its job.
Light through canopy
Narrow dirt path, wet
Rained overnight.
Mushroom cluster on stump
View back through the trees toward the city
Looking back toward the river.