Footpath at the Eramosa River in the Ward (Guelph) during late Winter. Out of frame: recreational trail, Rice Island, and a recreational trail.

The paths meander through the trees. Here the snow is at its most resilient despite the current melt. It had been compacted underfoot through the Winter by those who have turned off the main trail. It is glacial and hard, but giving way soon.

Nothing much is wholly left to chance here… or deliberation. It just is. The branches fell where they fell, by wind and rot. And far from unusual in urban wooded areas, someone has gathered the fallen branches and used them to build something. People collect, people organize, and people build. Necessity is not always the impetus but neither is chance.