As much as I appreciate the beauty of a crystal clear day, or the sun shining perfectly on a flowing field, I have always loved the waning hours of the day--when the forest becomes a place of mystery and storytelling. Here in Central New Jersey, one of the most populated areas in the country, every patch of forest is layered with stories, so many of which have evaporated without a trace. Seeking out these stories is like chasing ghosts--one can only piece a scene together from the fragments of glass or the fire rings left on the forest floor decades ago. It's this depth that keeps me fascinated, and calls me back time and time again to wander these same grounds, hoping to absorb some hidden secrets from the soil.