This is where I go when time closes in,
This place hidden away from the seasons.
Too dark for berries.
Too dense for snow.
This is where I go.
This is where I ride when weather closes in,
And sheets of rain fall from the sky.
Sheltered and narrow,
Sun-deprived.
This is where I ride.
This is where I climb when life opens wide,
With choices strewn about a borderless maze.
Endless loop,
Lost in time.
This is where I climb.
That's really nice
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing.
ReplyDeleteAthlete, artist, poet.....
I love that trail.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorite self portraits I've ever taken. I love the motion blur, the curving trail and the downed tree. All accidental, of course.
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simple and makes a point...
Self portraits are sometimes challenging and fun at the same time. Great pic!
ReplyDeleteI love it.!!!!,,,...
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