Feral Female
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I” tripped on my foot and fell into a tree

Traipsing and invariably tripping through the swamplands and dense forestry is what I do, it is who I am now.
There was a time, most of my life, where I hadn’t stepped into the wild, being content to take a few photographs from afar. After acquiring a hunter-fisherman husband in…