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
Beautiful pictures, beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI have traveled the world over, looking for myself. ~Joni
Love these pathways. There is something humanatural about them. Lovely landscape; precious possibility.
ReplyDeleteThank you to both of you.
ReplyDeleteWe 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
Love them!
ReplyDeleteMatthew, you walk those same paths as much as I do... I hope it feels the same way for you as for me.
ReplyDeletebillie
Paths! Love them, can't resist them, am quite fascinated with how they're made & alerted, abandoned. Beautiful pictures.
ReplyDeleteBluesmama,
ReplyDeleteI 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
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
There was a post over at Murderati today about looking out old windows with new eyes.
ReplyDeleteKind of the same thing, don't you think?
billie