Looking for a directionbut the way was blockedthe carefully manicured pathnot for the likes of me Then the snow cameand the tree lined pathbore no tracks of passersbyand I was not brave enough to try So I waited, as the seasons changedbut Spring bought floodingand the way was more treacherous yet –Inside I remain, resigned […]
It is not the road –smoothly pavedand well defined –that entices It is the luminous,numinous – darknesssurrendering to light –expansive sky Renders me humblebreathless, mesmerized –imagination and desirecraving flight (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: cloudy or stormy day)
“Uhm, what happened to the path?” asks the deer. “Best to stick to the fence line, I’ve discovered,” responds the cow. (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: with animals) Another note: Speaking of directions, I’ve made a conscious decision to stay out of the divisive discourse – too mucky and not at all healing for the […]
Actually, it’s only an escarpment, but it brought to mind the old song, lol. These photos are of the 403, at Hamilton, Ontario, on our way home from Toronto. (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge)