To walk the green and harrowed lines
of nearly empty earth and sky
straight and undelighted, grasping
at nothing, might be an answer.
Till the lark rises,
and I grasp.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Up the road, afternoon (Sunday)
- Down the road, evening
- Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Plan d'eau, Lamballe.
- Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol (Sunday).
- Port du Légué, Plerin.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Hill above Henon, afternoon (Wednesday).
- Plan d'eau, Plessala.
- Above the distant chatter of the invisible starlin...
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
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1 comment:
"Till the lark rises..."
Those few words paint a canvas full of images. Beautiful.
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