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Through the green, past the trees
Riding on the Summer breeze
Chasing shadows on the ground
Followed by bees that buzz around
As on the branches, winged ones talk
Through the green, i slowly walk
Following the scent blown on the breeze
Of life's beauty blown on the breeze
There is not
one path
There is not
Even the
right path
There is only
your path!
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Below Hunters Path looking down at a frosty misty Teign valley towards Drewsteignton. The sun rised and peeked over the trees on chilly start to the day. Taken before Christmas.
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Looking along the South West England Coastal Path in North Devon towards the villages of Lynton and Lynmouth.
Two cats and a dog ago, we went to Quadra Island. It's one of those uber-West Coast places Mike and I like so much... easily accessible, close to civilization and yet... once you're there... a world unto itself.
We had our time, did our thing, explored forests, farms, beaches... laughed at our cats getting wild in the woods. And then caught the ferry back to the big island.
It was late fall. November I think. Storm season. And we had a massive storm.
The ferry couldn't dock. It turned back eventually. But only after an hour or so of trying trying trying.
During that hour.... as the ferry rose and fell... and rocked and swayed and heaved and rolled and nearly overturned... as our poor little girl cat barfed in the backseat... we saw the world differently.
On the crests of waves, we had an almost aerial view of Campbell River (the town where the ferry docks) - high high above it all. Deep in the troughs, we were so far down we could only see the concrete and timbers that support the dock... the part that's normally well submerged and should definitely not be at human-eye level.
On those crests, it felt like we could soar straight home - or anywhere, for that matter.
In the troughs, it felt as though the ocean would swallow us; as though we'd never see the sky or land again.
I think I'm in a trough, photographically. I just can't get it up, you know? I look at other people's pics... They snap and leap and sparkle. Then I look at mine. Dull dull dull. Boring. Quotidian. Flat. Featureless. Lifeless. Grey. Completely uninteresting.
That's okay. It's probably a phase. Something to be gotten through. I'll just keep on trudging the path and see what might be waiting up ahead. If you don't hear from me, I may be lost. And that's okay too.