Stopping
period.
Anytime I want to take a look around or investigate a patch of clover
(still looking for the natural four-leaf one), or anything else for that
matter, due to my history of shuffling, stumbling, tripping, I would be well
advised to come to a complete halt before proceeding to lift my eyes from the
ground!
This
morning’s hike, first through the woods, then up the mountain road to the
meadow at the top of one rise and back down, passing mountain rivers along the
way had me however thinking that “stopping to smell the roses” might be also:
Just an
excuse to take pictures!
Didn’t
actually smell any roses, but the presence of several colors of lilacs had me
trying to see if they had a different smell according to color and the recent
rains have enabled woods chips and downed logs to possess that most foresty (I
know, I know – sometimes one just has to make up a word: “naturey” was a recent
one by my housemate) of smells.
But mainly
it was about the photos… below
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| Tenacity |
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| rain drops |
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| River in slow motion |
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| new growth |
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| beautiful! |
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| Rhode in full bloom |
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| small alpine village across the mountain |
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| Really: a stone as a pillow. But looks soft enough. |
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