Falling or Flying?

September 11, 2016 at 8:54 am (Life) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
And they came,
and he pushed,
and they flew.

Christopher Logue
English poet (1926-2011)



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Photo Friday: Walk

May 20, 2012 at 8:15 am (My City) (, , , , , )

I want to walk up these stairs. No, I want to run up these stairs. I love outside stairs; they are just begging to be walked. I love these wooden stairs. I love iron fire escape stairs. I think, perhaps, I love outside stairs because they were something I rarely saw when I was growing up in a one story house town! Long wooden stairs and fire escapes were products of the big city with their tall and magnificent structures.

Though, my second favorite wooden stairway is in a national park and leads up to quiet waters and solitary caves.

Do you want to walk up these stairs with me?

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