Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

I love walking and running in the forest so much. Since I haven't done it in a while, I've promised myself to go to one at least twice a month. And because I've recently discovered the wonderful Mary Oliver, here's a poem to accompany the photos. 

How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.

― Mary Oliver

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019

 Ioana Bîrdu nature photography

© Ioana Bîrdu Abbey Woods forest, January 2019