Art Roundup, week of June 11th

During the rat race that is life, you have to carve out time to enjoy the world around you. The below pictures highlight the end of my walk around the pond behind Tackett’s Mill and a local hiking trail. While I failed to jot down the name of the trail, the first image has been posted and more will follow in the coming weeks. Despite the lack of green, there is plenty of beauty to be found in the world, as long as you take the time to appreciate it. Hopefully, this week’s round-up highlights some of the hidden beauty that exists in my local area. If you see any images here that aren’t available on Natural Desygns or SM Desygns reach out to me through the Etsy store and I’ll add the image to the correct store. In the meantime, click any of the images to head over to DeviantArt to get a better look.

Rough Bark

As I sauntered along the walkway lining the pond, I came across an interesting tree. The bit that captured my attention was its curling bark. However, instead of a little piece peeling away from the tree, every inch was curling away from it.

The simple things in life can create enduring memories. While circling the pond behind Tackett’s Mill, I paused next to an entangled collection of bare branches. While there’s not a lot going on there, just beyond the crossing foliage, I could see the pond’s fountain. The juxtaposition of the unadorned branches with the dancing tendrils of water is captivating.

Crossing Twigs

Stone Pathway

As I was heading back to my car, the sight of grey stones yanked me to a standstill. With each ticking second, my gaze fell and studied each of the stones running away from me. After the brief study, I shook my head and went to my knee to capture this makeshift and deteriorating road.

Shortly after meandering around the pond of Tackett’s Mill, I searched for walking trails to highlight nature’s beauty. While I cannot remember the name of this public trail, the resulting pictures keep the memory alive. As I ambled along the path, a white rock snatched my attention. Something about it compelled me to give it a second glance, though I cannot remember why. However, as the watercolor took shape, my mind filled in the blank, picturing an alien device anchoring it to the forest.

Forest's Anchor