Sometimes, no words are needed.
freewheeling through childhood unsullied by adult cares journeying into a bright future This post is for Cee's Which Way Challenge.
Follow the lane as it wends its way through craggy hills, sodden earth beneath your feet and deep waters at your side. With each step feel your cares tumble loose, descending like scree into the lake's inky depths. This post is for Cee's Which Way challenge. The pictures were taken at Wastwater - the deepest... Continue Reading →
Meandering path, following a well trodden route. To whose doorway do you lead? This post is for Cee's Which Way Challenge. This week's pictures were taken at the Chysauster Ancient Village in Cornwall (England), the remains of an Iron Age settlement thought to have first been occupied nearly 2,000 years ago, during the Roman occupation... Continue Reading →
A sedate path idles where mighty engines once roared. The bridge stands lonely sentinel, holding memories of its glory days in unloved brick-work. This post is for Cee's Which Way Challenge. The photograph was taken in Newark on Trent (Nottinghamshire, UK) along the path of the old railway line. The railway itself closed in 1988 and since then... Continue Reading →
Kicking at the stones that lie in your way, you walk the lane as it winds between freshly ploughed fields. The path is worn and uneven from the passage of countless feet, rutted and torn by tractors and cars. Bricks line the way, providing a modicum of stability - but even they are crumbling. Birdsong... Continue Reading →
Emergence Clad in umber tones, arising from winter’s sleep with the promise of a young sun’s caress, with tentative steps the maiden begins her dance upon the eternal spiral, embracing the innocence of snowdrops in fresh bloom. I'd not originally planned this to be for Cee's Which Way Challenge - I knew I wanted... Continue Reading →
A Path Through History Rickety fences direct your steps with genteel insistence as you follow the meandering path, uneven stone beneath your feet and the summer sun warm upon your skin. With curious eyes you explore the ruins. Once an extravagant display of elitist dominion, a focal point for struggles of class and ideology, the... Continue Reading →
Mysterious Path Where do you lead me, wandering path? Over a stile, through a gate. down a dapple lit track. What do you hide with your twists and turns? How might you hinder my journey? It’s a journey of a minute, or an hour, or a day. It’s a journey of a lifetime… and the... Continue Reading →