The trail cuts through bits of forest as it meanders across these parts. One gets the sense that energies from the past still abound deep within the trees. The trail once was a train track, carrying folks to and fro. Tell me some of their stories.
Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photo. You can write a story, a poem or even just one word. You decide. Put on your best 1888 suit or dress, wear your fancy hat, and go! To see previous Your Story posts click on “Story Time” on the right.
I leave one world
to step into the next
voices beckon me
I am here
I am here
I have laid
with these stones
Beautiful. Thanks. 🙂
Yes, your work is beautiful, thanks. Blessings on your day.
These are fantastic shots.
Why thank you. 🙂
I want to walk along there,Seth
“When you are tired and need an escape come to my welcoming arms” ~The Forest
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Wow. Thanks. 👍
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All I can say is…breathtakingly beautiful.
Seth, I especially love the first photo where it looks like the trees are bowing, and getting ready to dance with one another!
Yes. I can see that. Thanks.
You have a really good eye for the perfect shot!!
There once was a Lavender Lady who rode on the train. She wore purple clothing, lavender cologne and lavender posies in her lapel. She fanned herself with a lavender fan and indulged her little dog that she loved so much she had special pooch-sized lavender travel suits tailored for the journey. When she traveled through this particular route, she threw lavender dust out the train window, hoping that some of it would stick. It did. Even after more than a hundred years.
He looked out the window of the train and thought of how much he had changed in the past year and how much he missed this beautiful place which looked just the same as when he left. The young soldier was returning home at last.
Like a forest story….here is my winter one in England. http://sugarandspiceandallthingslife.com/2013/02/24/in-the-deep-dark-forest/
Enter the bowerbirds nest
Yawning with purple hues
Waiting for the gifts
Gifts of growth and life
Where has the bird gone
Why you are the bird
Can you not feel the wind as you flow through
The bowers nest
Wow, very poetic 🙂
Oh thank you…:) i am no poet though hehe
Nice job. 😎😎
Pictures were very inspiring..thankyou 🙂
The cold snow has melted and seeped underground, drenching their roots.
The warm sun shines upon them, tailoring their green wardrobe for the new year.
Their naked winter, is finally over.
Limbs stretch across the road to meet each other in woody embrace 🙂
I was walking down a beautiful canopied road
That narrows into an even narrower trail
I kept on the trail, searching,
All around me the trees were clapping
As they reached heavenward
Finally I reach a clearing and there I rest
The breeze soothing my tired bones
And the view, simply sublime
I do not want to leave this place
I could stay here forever
If only it was not in fact
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“Mom, Marybeth won’t sit still, make her stop!”
“Marybeth, sit still!”
“I got a splinter!”
The trail wasn’t meant to be traveled. Sure, there were parts that were developed but wasn’t meant to be traveled. Those that did venture down the trail were not to be seen again. Where did those travelers go? I don’t know. Come, let’s walk down the trail.
Ah, scary.. glad I came back. 🙂
Lovely natural scenes! Nice post!
“Whose woods there are
I think I know
…and I have promises to keep
and miles to go
before I sleep”
My kids thought I wrote that
I DID NOT
Robert Frost did
The path I took looked similar to
Robert Frost, I’m not!
🙂 But you could be, no? 🙂
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No worries mate..
The trees cover all of my and all of you. Greens everywhere, like they were made for us; like the path that cuts between them was cut for our adventurous toes, and none else. Everything grows here. From the ground these branches play our orchestral tune. We sing the limbs together with a kiss…
ah…the pains of typos…meant to see “all of me and all of you.”
grr. Thanks Jordan.
Running between trees, tears stream down her face. Not of anguish, or sadness, or even fear, but of joy. She has escaped from the bustling world of pollution and isolated connection. She is free, to a place that is pure. Somewhere where everything is truly intertwined together. She has reached true beauty.
The first picture has a magical quality that I find mesmerising. I adore your photos x
Thx.. Very kind of you to say.
It was the pathway to her next story
and she had to stop to see all the details
so many shades of green
so many textures under her feet
all the could do was dance in green.