Woodlarking

02/09/2026

There’s not much left of this barrow now.
Thousands of years of weather, woodland and time have worn it down, but you can still see the rise of the bank beneath the trees.

And every time I walk past it, I wonder… Who was buried here?
Who was important enough to be given a monument this enormous? There’s something about standing beside an ancient place like this that makes the woods feel a little less quiet.

So much has happened here that we will never know.
–Woodlarking

02/09/2026

More earth fur.
I stop and look at moss the most in the woods. It's that moment the light hits it just right and you get perfect greens.

02/09/2026

I should have dug the hole deeper...

02/09/2026

Earth fur I see woodlarking.

02/09/2026

02/09/2026

It’s been steadily raining here today, and I never get tired of the sound of it.

The rain falling through the trees, the wind blowing it against the windows, the whole woodland being slowly soaked through. After all the dry weather, it’s good to hear it again. And all this rain will do so much good for the land. Sometimes you just need to sit back, listen to the rain, and be glad it’s here.
-Woodlarking