walked into the forest along the tracks of a moose today. our hooves were the same size, and we prefer the same route, apparently. i sat still in the snow, in the pine bog, long enough to hear someone big rustle through the woods, but never saw anyone other than three spiders on the road. a few days above zero and the trees were full of webs, hopeful strands filling with snowflakes. i rescued the first spider (pictured) onto a fir branch, but come to think of it, i probably just hindered its wintry travels. i just thought the weather a bit intense for such small creatures to be crawling about.
