View allAll Photos Tagged path
Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument the path starts out like this which is the valley that goes up between the tent rocks.
From the balcony of our condo, I had a great angle of a winding pathway as it bordered the lake the development backed against.
Orlando, FL.
Finemere Wood, a BBOWT reserve and SSSI near Quainton in Buckinghamshire; it was a part of the ancient Royal Forest of Bernwood
She waited patiently for him, as he passed by her not noticing how much she yearned for him.
If only he knew how much it hurts to disobey. When her heart told her to scream his name, to run after him,
instead, she screamed his name inside of her, and followed him in her dreams...
She waits, she's sure that what they had once would make him turn his head to make sure she was okay.
Their eyes meeting, this is what she needed, this is what made her satisfied.
As their eyes met, both of them had a precious memory thrown back into their minds.
Hers was the first time they kissed, the way his thumb brushed over her lips.
His, was the first time she laughed at his joke, and the way she teased him over how lame his jokes were.
He wished he could hear her laugh one last time, to see her glow shine again, and her smile take over her sad face.
The passion they shared was indescribable, but their pride stands in their way.
The agonizing battle she had inside her whether to go after him or keep waiting never ended.
She was at the edge of impatience, and all what she needed was a push; a reason to go running back to his warm chest to held her.
The shimmer that swam in his deep brown eyes as he gazed her was what made her stand on her feet.
Walking slowly, she was. Trying to think of what she could say.
The sound of her steps echoed in his mind, as the heavy weight of failing her felt heavier with every step closer to him.
What he didn't knew that he only was going to fail himself...
At first she kept a distance between them. And the minutes ticked on as they gazed each other wordlessly.
The silence broke when each of them tried to talk together. "You first" he said.
She stepped closer and whispered, "I miss you". He closed his eyes, fighting the longing he have held for her since the last time they talked.
"I miss you every second of every day" she continued. And she stepped closer, wanting to clear the thin air distance that separated them.
Squeezing his eyes shut harder every moment the smell of her perfume was stronger. Fighting the will of holding her in his wide arms.
His will broke. He lowered his head and printed a kiss on her forehead whispering "I'm never gonna let go of you again!”.
*not edited
Please DO NOT use my writings if I haven't granted you the permission to!
walking on the path of redemption. in middle of mountains the winter madoos of ice and snow sunny day
Location:on way to kach pass ,Naran ,Pakistan
The Kumano Kodō (熊野古道) is a series of ancient pilgrimage routes that crisscross the Kii Hantō, the largest Peninsula of Japan. These sacred trails were and are still used for the pilgrimage to the sacred site "Kumano Sanzan" (熊野三山）, or the Three Grand Shrines of Kumano: Kumano Hongū Taisha (熊野本宮大社), Kumano Nachi Taisha (熊野那智大社) and Kumano Hayatama Taisha (熊野速玉大社
when Larry and I were done walking down by the riverfront we strolled a few blocks up to the Historic District.
This lovely path was in a beautiful formal garden located behind Independence Hall.
The lighting in this photo is all natural. The sun was being un covered by the clouds and you could literally follow it down the street. So I thought it would be neat to make everything that was in sunlight in color and everything that in shade b&w.