A personal field journalCedar Notes
Quiet observations from the trail and the edges of the city. A place to keep the small things that are easy to miss.
Field note 03After the rain
The path was darker beneath the trees. Water gathered at the tips of the needles, and every step released the smell of damp earth. By the time the clouds opened, the birds had returned to their usual arguments.
Field note 02Walking without a destination
A familiar route looks different when there is no appointment at the other end. Today the long way home followed the water, past the old bridge and a bench warmed by a brief patch of sunlight.
Field note 01A notebook in a coat pocket
Most entries begin with a single detail: the shape of a leaf, a sound across the river, the colour of the sky before dusk. A few lines are enough to remember a day.