This bridge will only take you halfway there To those mysterious lands you long to see: Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fairs And moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share The twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there- The last few steps you’ll have to take alone.
by Shel Silverstein
Taking advantage of unseasonably warm temperatures a few months ago, I found myself exploring and discovering places ridiculously close to my home that I never knew existed! This place was beautiful, although I failed to capture the true fall colors with my phone. The bridge made it a perfect place to enjoy the outdoors while keeping a safe distance from others out doing the same!
Firmly resolved that I was going to get back to my blog I jumped in by looking through ongoing challenges. Since the weather was miserable and I was primarily looking at photo challenges, I was hoping to find a love connection between prompts and my photos on hand. Just as I was preparing to give myself a kick in the pants to DO SOMETHING, I saw this week’s prompt for Sunday Stills- Your 2020 Retrospective. This is exactly what I needed.
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2020 was more than just the beginning of the pandemic, although that did monopolize most of our lives. I would like to share a few photos that sum up my year.
And last of all, a few of my favorite photos-
I would like to thank Terri at Second Wind Leisure Perspectives for hosting the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge. It’s a challenge I’ve always enjoyed and don’t participate in nearly enough!
I don’t get here often, but when I do, I never know what to expect. Gifts and offerings are always left at this marker, no matter what time of year it is. This photo shows a small portion of the gifts left for the Infant Daughter.
Over the years this abandoned cemetery has been subject to vandals, satan worshippers, ghost hunters and spirit lovers. Despite various attempts by troublemakers to move headstones or cover them with graffiti, the Infant Daughter marker seems to remain untouched from harm. It’s reassuring to know that maybe some things are sacred.