My site has experienced a few changes over the two semesters I have been visiting it. The deciduous trees had leaves, they fell, and then new leaves sprouted. Originally, there were ferns on the ground, but not all of them survived the snow of the winter. There are new ferns unfurling now. Also, a large tree central to my spot has fallen over recently. I have become familiar with the fallen log over the path, where I sit to do my sketches. I have also become familiar with the brook. In the brook, I have found several pieces of old broken glass and pottery, but I also see a lot of decomposing leaves and plants. So, the remains of both nature and culture end up in the brook. I would consider myself a part of my place only when I am there. I think that interacting with the life in the forest is what makes me a part of it, and that is only able to happen when I am in Centennial Woods. Overall, I have really enjoyed visiting my spot.
