They call it Crystal Hill, it is deep in the woods and for many years, people have found crystals in the ground. Maria and I took the dogs there this afternoon, and we each found treasure together, in our own way. Maria is a crystal hunter, she has the eye and the instincts to poke through the dirt and leaves and come up with jewels.

I love the way the sun was playing through the trees, I look for beautiful leaves on the path, I took some of the crystals we found and put them up against the sunlight. We were each together, yet off in our own spaces. We each remembered when obsessing on crystals or photographs would have greatly irritated the people around us, but we we aware of one another, yet each off on our own magical hunt, our creative connection.

We walked on Crystal Hill for an hour or so, poking around, until I saw the smile on Maria’s face and knew she had found what she was looking for, and she, looking at me, knew the same. A mystical place, a mystical walk. More photos on Facebook.