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!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
and they flew.

Christopher Logue
English poet (1926-2011)

stairs

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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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