What we saw on our walk was so poetic, that only poetry would do justice to what we saw.
Her lips moved
"Come with me"
then turned around
I followed her on a shadowy path
she had a voice of the wind
as her hand touched the grasses
she pointed at her blue wild flowers
smiled at the bright colored ones
she paused for a moment,
"The waterside is to reflect",
she said gently
"Always look up at the sky"
Then she guided me
back to the road
"Do not forget Auburn",
she said softly
waving goodbye
as she disappeared
on the hidden path
15 comments:
Here I am in Amsterdam, a great city. Ate at an Indonesian restaurant Sa Sevo--given about 20 small dishes that I was to mix with rice in a bowl. Never had Indonesian food before.
I like that hidden path...I can see why it inspires your creativity.
Thanks for your kind comments on my blog.
It's haunting and beautiful!
love the words and the pictures
Very lovely! I do wish I had been there.
Beautiful, Jeannette, especially that reflections photograph.
Jose,
Hey, my favorite food, but mostly not eaten in a bowl! Explain to you in an email. The "Dam" in Amsterdam is a great place to take pics!
Rebecca,
Thank you, Friend!Isn't it beautiful? Now, I made the post, I wished I would have taken more pics there:)
The Mommy,
Yes, so true. A photographer like you would have gone crazy clicking away with the camera!
Irene,
Thank you! My son-in-law is getting to know this area very well, because he drives around the ambulance:)
Weaver,
So true! Isn't it interesting that one can instantly "bond" with a place? That's what happened when I laid eyes on this scene on the water side...
What a beautiful enchanting mysterious fairy! The photos are fabulous, Jeannette!
I visited Auburn many years ago. I didn't get to meet the lady on the hidden path. Maybe because in our hurry we neglected to stop long enough to find that path. No pause to reflect ... instead infant twin babies and an impatient husband ... so much beauty missed. Sigh.
Just for a moment, I was there. I could feel the shadows and the soft scratch of the grasses.
That's a lovely path, Jeanette. Thanks for finding - and sharing - it.
Hmmmm! I love this!
Reader Wil,
Thank you, Wil! The fairy's name is Jeannette, waiting for hubby getting the right angle for the light pattern on the path:)
Clytie,
giggle -you can't see it, because it's to far, but the one who was leading you on the path was moi:)
I have some similar regrets when the kids were little -too busy to enjoy! But...today we can!
Stephanie,
I am thrilled that you followed her on that hidden path, and shared her journey:)
Joey,
Thank you Friend! It was a spot where I could have made a dozen paintings!
That's the California I know with the dry wooded areas and oaks. I miss it.
btw, you should wear the hat. It looks good on you.
What a poetic walk in pictures and words. Lovely,
xo
I would follow you on this path. It's beautiful!
California Girl,
What I noticed after my move last year is that we miss the things we have taken for granted- we thought they would always be there:)
Zuzanna,
Thank you friend! It was worth the walk, the path, the journey:)
Rudee,
Me thinks that the walk became poetic because we were looking for little things to shoot pics of (grin) -sometimes our attitude changes our perception of things:)
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