These adorable, tiny Western Hemlock tree pine cones, hundreds, thousands, collect in piles and over the years become duff on the forest floor: a thick, cushiony carpet, quality dirt on a trail where you must remove your shoes and walk barefoot, because it feels so good and so soft, smelling the dirt, a rest from rocks and roots. It’s strange how they transform into something so unrecognizable.
Foraged Nature Art
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