Sunday, January 07, 2007

journeyman/woman along many paths








The path to the barn...


















The path to the pile...


















The path to the outside world...


















The path to possibility...












I travelled over the earth
Before I became a learned person.
I have travelled, I have made a circuit,
I have slept in a hundred islands, dwelt in a hundred cities.

-Taliesin

9 comments:

Joni said...

Beautiful pictures, beautiful words.

I have traveled the world over, looking for myself. ~Joni

Joseph Gallo said...

Love these pathways. There is something humanatural about them. Lovely landscape; precious possibility.

billie said...

Thank you to both of you.

We are in a new space over here... Keil Bay is getting massages and our trainer says his "aura is softer" -- which seems to be having an effect on me as well. It makes perfect sense that it *would* but I forgot to expect it!

Joni, I am heading over to your place to see if you're back home!

billie

Matthew said...

Love them!

billie said...

Matthew, you walk those same paths as much as I do... I hope it feels the same way for you as for me.

billie

bluesmama said...

Paths! Love them, can't resist them, am quite fascinated with how they're made & alerted, abandoned. Beautiful pictures.

billie said...

Bluesmama,

I love paths too. The first three are made and kept by us, obviously, but the last one is, I think, an old farm road that seems to just stay clear. I know where it leads, but somehow, when I look up that wooded lane, all I see is something yet to come.

You can't see it this time of year, but in summertime when the trees are lush and full, the path seems to end in a huge swath of sunlight, as there is a clearing up at the far end.

There's also a path I didn't capture, that seems to be made and kept clear by deer running through the woods. I noticed the past few weeks with all this unseasonably warm weather there are young pine trees rubbed bare near the ground - which I think might be bucks rubbing their antlers.

billie

Matthew said...

I feel similar things, but not exactly the same. And this visiting this blog helps me to see that, to appreciate you in new ways.

I love how the pictures you take let me see the same things I see, but through your eyes.

I love how reading your writing lets me visit the same events, but with your perspective.

billie said...

There was a post over at Murderati today about looking out old windows with new eyes.

Kind of the same thing, don't you think?

billie