Friday, April 20, 2012

Grayed Out


Shrouded by clouds and mist




Memories rise unbidden




Spaces are too large




Life flies but days crawl



 
Paths twist and turn and trip




Hills rise up into mountains




Salty rain spatters




Will the path smooth and straighten?




Or should the journey itself be enough?




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4 comments:

Art Elser said...

What a wonderful photo essay, Cathy. Thank you. I'm taken by the wonderful series of photos and your short pithy comments and questions. It's almost like a poem that's illustrated with beautiful photos.

Again, thank you.

Leslie said...

I found this very striking today. You're voice is beautiful. I love you mom.

Abby said...

I really like the bird picture.

Heidrun Khokhar said...

This is spectacular. The photos and words blend so perfectly to tell a journey in time.