A tracker's nostalgia.

A tracker's nostalgia.

I could be wrong, but not by much, if I say that every child who read James Fenimore Cooper's novel "Pathfinder" dreamed of learning to read tracks. In my case, it was compounded by the fact that my grandfather was an avid hunter and I grew up surrounded by the smoky air of gunpowder and oil.

In those days, before the internet, when books were readily available and the outskirts of town were little different from the wilderness, searching for and reading tracks was a fascinating pastime, especially in winter, when the first snow could reveal the tracks of hares, wild goats, or even wild dogs, minding their own business, or simply running away from feral dogs whose tracks were also there.

I remember the neighbor's kid also convinced his parents to buy him a spaniel, just like me, and he tried to spot animal tracks before I did, or simply ran around looking for his overgrown spaniel, who didn't care about him or the hares.

Those were fun times; I feel a certain nostalgia for those days when I see tracks in the ground.

There's something special about tracks that makes your heart beat faster, like a surge of excitement, even when it's a little scary, like seeing the large tracks of a predator, or just a large wild dog, but when you're alone with it in the forest, you try to be careful and not give anyone a reason to see your tracks. Lol.

It doesn't matter if you're big or small, you always leave a trail where you've been, and whether a tracker follows or not is entirely up to the tracker and their nostalgia.

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Category:	Art, Photography, digital art.
Tools:	Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300
Location:	Ukraine
Author:	Author @barski. In my publications you will see only my author's works.