Today was like any other day:
It's becoming my habit to walk along a trail southeast, into the forest that grew up around the industrial ruins of the Treadwell Mining operations. The huge machines and buildings were abandoned only about a century ago, but they look ancient. There's plenty of rain, ice, moss, and trees; and that merrily turns concrete into gravel and metal into smeary rust.
I suppose I could turn a walk thru industrial ruins into some grand meditation on the transience of all things; but I mostly just like the look of the dozens of kinds of moss that grow on the walls. Some are like miniature ferns.