Over at Theme Thursday this week, they are offering up the following picture prompt... to inspire writer's to keep the muse sparked, sharing in the joy of writing.
A brick wall, signifying the end of the road... a dead end if you will. But... really the options are endless. A brief turn offered, another direction to travel, another wonderful opportunity. Or maybe just a pass through, lending to the need to change even ones mode of travel... Driving to the end, hopping out of the car and then walking the rest of the pathway to where?
I'd like to think that just off to the right, a pass-thru, a dirt path leading through a small grove of trees. Walk with me to explore this beauty, this road less travelled. The air is thick with eucalyptus... the trees tower above, the ground covered with ivy below the grove. A hint of sea salt, as a mist carries on the breeze. As we reach the bright lit area beyond the darkness of the grove, the sound of sea gulls calling to one another. The crash of the waves from below as the path gently turns along the cliffside edge a few feet beyond the trees. There is a wooden rail running along, a beautiful butterfly of purple and brown rests gently on the wooden beam. And beyond, out above the sea, an azure blue sky filled with billoughy white puffs of cotton candy floating above the white breaking waves.... As my eyes drop down to the crashing of the waves on the shore below, there at the base of the wooden post, sitting in the greying dirt, a single red brick.
This brick, did it really signify the end of something, or simply the beginning of a wonderful rest in the journey... I smile and take in all the energies of this place, refueling my soul.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
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| "Brick" as posted at Theme Thursday |
A brick wall, signifying the end of the road... a dead end if you will. But... really the options are endless. A brief turn offered, another direction to travel, another wonderful opportunity. Or maybe just a pass through, lending to the need to change even ones mode of travel... Driving to the end, hopping out of the car and then walking the rest of the pathway to where?
I'd like to think that just off to the right, a pass-thru, a dirt path leading through a small grove of trees. Walk with me to explore this beauty, this road less travelled. The air is thick with eucalyptus... the trees tower above, the ground covered with ivy below the grove. A hint of sea salt, as a mist carries on the breeze. As we reach the bright lit area beyond the darkness of the grove, the sound of sea gulls calling to one another. The crash of the waves from below as the path gently turns along the cliffside edge a few feet beyond the trees. There is a wooden rail running along, a beautiful butterfly of purple and brown rests gently on the wooden beam. And beyond, out above the sea, an azure blue sky filled with billoughy white puffs of cotton candy floating above the white breaking waves.... As my eyes drop down to the crashing of the waves on the shore below, there at the base of the wooden post, sitting in the greying dirt, a single red brick.
This brick, did it really signify the end of something, or simply the beginning of a wonderful rest in the journey... I smile and take in all the energies of this place, refueling my soul.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
