It is strange out walking and thinking some family and old friends may not last long after being poison poked, and here I am just enjoying the trees and detaching from their fate and misfortune.
When I see your path in the woods photos, I think of this poem. Are you familiar with it?
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken