“The first track is the end of a string. At the far end, a being is moving; a mystery, dropping a hint about itself every so many feet, telling you more about itself until you can almost see it, even before you come to it. The mystery reveals itself slowly, track by track, giving it’s genealogy early to coax you in. Further on, it will tell you the intimate details of it’s life and work, until you know the maker of the track like a lifelong friend.”

–Tom Brown Jr.

The Tracker


P. 4. S. – 10, 11, 12

Well, it’s been a year since I began this project, and today will mark the close of it. I will be making a compilation video showcasing every picture from the 12 months I’ve done this, but these are the last 3 pictures.

Also, I will write another post soon. I am wanting to make some changes to this blog, so stay tuned! 🙂

PFS 11

June 2016


July 2016

P4S 12

August 2016

Keep calm and track on!

P. 4. S. – 7 + 8

Hey everyone! I was gonna post yesterday but internet went out. Anyways, I wanted to compile Project 4 Seasons 7 and 8 together 😀



March 15



April 15



Keep calm and track on!

1 Year of Track Much!

Hey everybody! I haven’t posted much lately, but I’m gonna try to fit a few posts in before the end of the school year. I plan to write a lot in the summer and I’m super pumped! I just don’t have much time nowadays 🙂 . However, as you know from the title, today is the 1st anniversary of Track Much!

I wrote a story for my school and I wanted to share it with y’all. Seemed fitting for a 1 year anniversary. Hope you like it ;).


Owl Eyes

As you walk through the forest, quite happy and enjoying your midday hike, you decide to take a break. Sitting on the moss covered banks listening to the bubbling and burbling whispers of the creek in the joyous season of spring, you munch on an apple, taking in all the beauty of the woods that surrounds you for miles. After a pleasant and relaxing rest, you continue on your journey through the blossoming trees.

After stumbling onto a coyote, a buck, a newt, and making many other exciting discoveries, you realize it is getting late in the day. As you walk along the well worn deer trail towards home, you have the eerie feeling that you are being watched. Taking a peek around your shoulder and looking down the trail, you don’t see anything. You continue on your way.

With only one more mile of trail to walk, again, you get that creepy feeling that you are being spied on. Looking around, up, and even below, you don’t see anything except a tiny, brown spider. Surely I’m not freaking out because a SPIDER was… Woosh! You never finish your thought. As you hear the beating of wings behind you, you scream and stumble down the trail, tripping on a small stone in the process.

Lying there on the ground, you turn to see an owl that seems larger than even the surrounding oak trees, eerily sitting on a tree branch. He watches your every breath with his large, orange-glazed eyes. The owl’s presence alone demands authority, let alone his intense glare. Along with his fierce gaze, his gray speckled, rusty red and blond coat seem to present a challenge. As he stares, you feel like he is trying to tell you something. Move off the trail. You decide to do so.

Hiding yourself behind a tangle of branches and brush, you cover any other visible pieces of clothing with leaves and wait. Crunch, crunch, crunch. You hear someone coming, destroying the dry leaves of fall with his heavy and sluggish footsteps. Straining your neck to get a view of the approaching person, he suddenly comes into view. With his heavy gear, he tromps and plows through the terrain, eager to arrive at his camping destination. Stirring up the landscape, he is blind to all the natural beauty around him; after all, his objective is to get from Point A to Point B. Speedily moving along his way, he hustles right under the owl, not even noticing his powerful, feathery presence. As he treads down the trail a while more, the owl screams his reprimand. Screeeeech!!! Pausing to listen, the hiker tries to spot the owl. Failing to locate the origin of the sound, he shrugs it off, “Stupid birds…” He continues down the trail in the pit of his own arrogance.

Exiting your hiding spot, you steal one more glance at the owl.  Behind that fierce wall of feathers, lies a very wise being: the guardian of the forest. A guardian that does not take kindly to unruly and disrespectful trespassers. You give a small nod of thanks and leave the forest to ponder the amazing event you have just witnessed.



Keep calm and track on!

P. 4. S. – 6


It’s darker than usual, but that’s because I took the picture at 6:20. Please ignore this 😀 .

Watch the weather. Stay aware. Stay safe.

Keep calm and track on!

P. 4. S. – 5


There is a reason why I waited so long to do this. As you can see above, there is snow!! I could just feel it in my bones that something extraordinary would happen soon, and turns out, it did. Snow. In Georgia!!

The Bald Eagle: Greatness Unveiled

Hey everybody! Yesterday, me and my dad and my brother went over to the Chattahoochee Bend State Park in Newnan, Georgia, and we went Geocaching, exploring and even saw, the national bird of America!

I have to say, from the second we arrived, our park ranger was nice. Shout out to Jade, if you’re reading this, for an awesome experience at the Chattahoochee! Definitely gonna have to come back!

First we went Geocaching, and that was a TON of fun! Then, we went to go find a bald eagle nest, which was currently unknown as to whether or not it was active.

Turns out, as we arrived, there was nothing in the nest. Although we all agreed it would’ve been cool to see the bird, the nest alone was worth the hike! Then we saw it.

Not more than 30 feet away from the nest was a bird. A large bird, one with a head white as the clouds and a body the color of dirt, perched on a crooked branch above everything else, as if saying, “Hey, look at me! I’m the majestic Bald Eagle!”

As we saw it, my brother remembered he had the binoculars, looked and saw it, and then passed it around. After I looked at it one last time after my dad, the eagle decided to move. As he took off, I expected him to rip that tree he was perched on out of the ground, snatching it in one crooked talon as he flew off in the sky. Very good medicine, and definitely a sparkle of happiness from the Lord!

Although I was unable to shoot a shot of the bird, I was able to use my binoculars, balance them, and angle my phone so that it would take a picture of the nest.


These picture make it look small, but it was MASSIVE!! Probably 10 to 15 feet across.  I’ve contacted the State Park to let them know that it is an active nest, so I’m waiting to hear back from them.

For some of my international viewers, just in case you don’t know what a bald eagle looks like, here it is. 🙂

I can now log that into my birding journal for a bird I’ve seen. What a joy!

Keep calm and track on!