Walking Paths

I wish I still walked these paths. It has been two years since I have walked them. It was something I truly enjoyed. I just don’t trust my legs to hold me up anymore on the longer, less traveled spots. My dear Angus has passed away last month and I miss him. I could take Alistair with me though. Maybe he wouldn’t run away whenever I fall down. Angus would leave me in the dust and took the opportunity of me losing my grip on his leash to chase squirrels. I still loved him anyway. It was so hard to see him get old and frail. I can almost smell the autumn forest smell. I have to go back. I can feel the walking paths calling to me. Telling me it is time to try to come back. Some of my best inpsiration for writing and stories came when I was walking these trails. And I miss taking my pictures. Even though the paths didn’t change, the scenery always did in some small way. New leaves, new birds, new people. Yes, I think it is time to start walking again.

Bastet’s Pixelventures Sunday Challenge

Reflections

The winding road of life
Takes me from project to project …
I wander along these dusty roads,
Encountering friends and sometime foes,
I can’t help contemplating
Upon the purpose of my existence.

Is there some hidden meaning here …
Is there some magic power?
Can the Universe be swayed by us …
The babies of the hour?

Yet many walk in haunty bliss
Sure of the importance of their thoughts
Bastet wonders and thinks as she observes the sky:
Compared to eternity
What is a gnat’s life?

(C) G.s.k. 14Image

Drops of mist

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On silken strands jewels of water suspended

Images captured, in time suspended

Silent mists remind me of days now ended

Not sure if this is even a real poem per se, but just something that came to mind when I was posting this photograph. The air was heavy with mist and as I was walking by the tennis courts in the part the spider webs in the spaces of the fence were covered in dew drops. They were like jeweled lace. I loved how the drops of water were suspended like jewels on a silken string.