I’m sharing this on the trail here in Gunpowder Falls State Park, where I’ve decided to take a little walk in the woods to reconnect with the Earth. This is my first mobile post here at The Baltimore Writer, an experiment to bring you my experiences more immediately, perhaps a little raw and incomplete.
It’s authentic, though, and that’s what I’m going for. An authentic presentation of my life as I am living it.
It’s cold out here, just above 30 degrees. I’m in the middle of an abandoned archery range. It’s like visiting a ghost-town zoo, where the remnants of the animals’ souls remain, a reminder of their once-abundant presence.
I feel like we came here, pushed our way through, cleared out the wildlife, and then left-moved on to the next space to conquer.
And all in a state park.
I know it’s not this way. I’m sure that this archery range has brought delight to a lot of people, young and old. But I know this isn’t the case in other natural parts of the county (and elsewhere).
I’d rather walk in the wild and take my chances than step on these state-park scrubbed paths, these sanitized stones void of the very life forms that it once provided for, these thriving creatures small and large, now nothing more than bullseye props for us to play the role of the man-in-the-wild.
Oh, irony, how you are too close, too often, these days.
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I did not even realize, the first time I skimmed through this post and saw the photos, that those wooden animal sculptures were actually target practice. That realization is disturbing to me. Yes, how ironic, to come upon that on a sacred walk to commune with nature.