to remember
the basic goodness
of this place
walk down a path
of copper brown pine needles
on a warm day
and
stand
in the shadows
of their mothers and fathers
object #4 and random pics
9 hours ago
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12 comments:
Is that your shadow in the middle of the last photo? I love it!
LOVE how the shadows fall across the jagged, cold stones,no thought of a more comfortable place to lie...shadows are cool like that.
Good luck on your insane bike trip-You are brave!!! Insanely brave!
dan it is! you have a keen eye my friend . . . . steven
linda sue . . . i'm glad you liked this. i sure hope you got my thankyou note for supporting my insane bike ride. i loked over the map last night to see the route. oh brother! i'm nervous as it is but looking at it like that - well it'll be a good test of what my 53 year old body can do, accept, and then recover from!!! steven
sigh............ so beautiful - words, pictures, thoughts generated. thanks, steven
The shadows are warming so your northern spring is well underway.
Love your words, your images, the way your heart beats. Thank you, Steven.
I grew up in the land of pine trees...as a kid, I thought there were only two kinds: pines and my Grandma's Dogwood. :)
Pines and I have a small disagreement in the spring when the pollen makes me sneeze, but then I go back to enjoying their straw for my flower beds and the cones make a great bird feeder for children to put together.
Warm, indeed - makes me think of cinnamon and spice and everything nice!
pauline i'm glad that the peacefulness of that space made its way to you. steven
reya - yeah warm shadows. i think that's what you throw when you get older and more at peace with yourself. steven
hope i've always loved the sound of wind through a pine forest. the smell and the feel of old needles. the space between the trees. tough about the pollen for you. steven
golden west - everything nice!!! steven
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