What a day of stark contrast, the fog lifting from McNamera’s description, no longer hidden from view–the death, destruction of soul and spirit, lives changed followed by the sweet hills of home. I’ve not been to Georgia and I looked yearningly at the rugged landscape, lost in its beauty, trying to feel and experience the views, the crayon colors and the walk through my eyes. I’m glad you are “an obstinate little mule.” The walk was worth it and thanks for including us on the journey. Cheers from a bleaker place–some snow in the last few days here and there, melting almost immediately but here in the Twin Cities rain and yesterday a sign of what is ahead as we slide down the slow slope into winter, icy crystals bouncing off the canopy. This sizzle deadens and quiets and I stood in it for quite a while until a chill moved me on. Take care.
I think you just linked to my blog because I called myself an obstinate little mule.
What a day of stark contrast, the fog lifting from McNamera’s description, no longer hidden from view–the death, destruction of soul and spirit, lives changed followed by the sweet hills of home. I’ve not been to Georgia and I looked yearningly at the rugged landscape, lost in its beauty, trying to feel and experience the views, the crayon colors and the walk through my eyes. I’m glad you are “an obstinate little mule.” The walk was worth it and thanks for including us on the journey. Cheers from a bleaker place–some snow in the last few days here and there, melting almost immediately but here in the Twin Cities rain and yesterday a sign of what is ahead as we slide down the slow slope into winter, icy crystals bouncing off the canopy. This sizzle deadens and quiets and I stood in it for quite a while until a chill moved me on. Take care.
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