Some Sunday Gravel: What We Are

"... Come dance on the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.

Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars.

And reach for the heavens and hope for the future

and all that we can be, not what we are."
(Taylor and Denver, 1972)

I was going to politicize that last line, but not today. Today take it to mean what ever you want, or nothing at all.

You know what I was shown today? Even familiar trails can show us new things:

that round hole on top of the skull looks rather suspicious to me

the figs

the trail through the figs

someone did a lot of work along the trail - the brush has been cut back all along here

bridge work

wet crossing #1

you know, i was hoping to go back to Ireland this year; from where i sit that seems unlikely now, but if i use some imagination, the green, the lough, the misty mountains - i could almost be there.

wet crossing #2

watch your track