I
just read somewhere this week that the new midlife crisis is taking
up art, or artistic endeavors. That as the world is getting crazier
around us, we are looking more and more for focus, being present, and
creating art provides a good refuge for this pursuit.
Well,
call it midlife crisis, or call it whatever, I crave inspiration
lately. I crave good books, or just good words, good sounds, and
pretty food, ordinary pictures that show the extraordinary naked and
raw …
We
took this little hike starting on a hidden bridge close to our house this
weekend and the bridge was a surprisingly inspirational shrine …
The
quiet of the hot summer day melted in the bold noise of the cicadas,
and the muted trickle of the river below.
Take a look!
Check out this heart-shaped-leaved natural trellis. This is how the journey on the bridge opened.
The road ahead ...
Natural "bridge" of tree branches over the river.
The Haw River, in NC
Boy, this stretch of the bridge said so much, and so loudly ...
More foods for thoughts ...
Rushing waterfalls, as fast as my jumbled thoughts ...
I am always shocked at how life finds a place to be: this grass was springing from the asphalt of the bridge.
Summer and fall battling it out ...
The creatures ... Click the last picture to view the whole album.
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