Winter by the water has a unique chill to it, a cold that burrows deep inside. In those days when the sun trekked low across the horizon, the estuary greyed as if in old age; evergreens stood saturated with color against the muted sky. During this period of time I was taking more writing courses, and so I applied concepts and exercises from those classes to my writing in the project to expand my repertoire within the vein of Ecocriticism. In my collection of three brief pieces of text on walking in the woods, I experimented with the Ciceronian concept of low, middle, and high styles, each of which aims to affect the audience in a different way. I also attempted classic style, an ideologically objective mode of writing, in describing one of the most visually striking inhabitants of the estuary, the heron. The essay A Trip Through the Trees is based structurally on a process of the human body, and in this way weaves multiple narratives into the description of a walk through the forest.