A not so distance sound of the familiar crunch of leaf litter and dead pine needles can be heard like when hikers trudge the paths that snake up and around these mountain valleys, as i slowly drop the cameras eye piece down to my chest,
gazing in the direction where i was expecting to see the person to enter around one of the red woods i was framing before the interruption, it became clear to me that the thudding foot steps were more than a casual hiking rhythm, it was an increasingly loudening pace like when running downhill with gravity assisting the speed, it was getting ever so close like when a distant...