Roots crisscross a path. They are worn clear of their bark by the
scuff and footfall of sightseers probably not even looking down.
The roots lace the woods with their design; a pattern brought about
by the hungry search for moisture. And just like the walkers
in the forest look overhead for beauty, the roots look below
for moisture, even though it falls plentiful from the sky above.
m1nute 
That’s an interesting post. It reminds me of something I wrote recently on my blog. Really great stuff you got here. Keep up the good work!
I love the photos and accompanying musings.
High praise. I’ve seen your work at the Biscuit Eater. Loved it.