daring to follow the path

This week’s photo challenge, path, takes me down an unusual path — crossing the man-made causeway at the Brough of Birsay in the Orkney Islands. It was an exercise in patience, as we had to get a list of the tides and schedule our visit around low tide. It was worth the wait. We couldn’t get enough of the history of places such as this…I feel like traveling through Scotland the way we did, staying in places for several days at a time, gave us a taste of the present day, and a yearning to learn more of the past.

We often think of our lives as filled with paths — choices taking us down unique adventures looking toward the future. This vacation was both, as John and I made new memories for ourselves as we went down paths to the past that shaped the future. That’s a lot of time travel there. 🙂

Here’s some more from our visit:

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moonstruck

moonstruck

A couple of months ago I was playing around with the settings on my camera, taking many photos of the full moon and playing with filters. I was moonstruck. I took several without filters for comparison purposes, and at the end of the experiment, disliked almost every shot and put up the equipment without giving it a second thought.

My life is a chaos when it comes to pictures. I have thousands upon thousands that are not archived well, even with all the years of discipline with the 35 mm to limit myself to 12 or 24 pictures. The switch to digital dispensed with the discipline, and now instead of a couple of dozen shots to purge, it’s in the hundreds. Needless to say, I never get around to purging.

Now my computer yells at me every time I boot it. I guess I’m out of room. This is me, not caring. I like my chaos.

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Mirror mirror in the puddle

mirror

Spent the morning in Pensacola to visit with a dear friend I haven’t seen in years. It was a delight to have lunch with her young family, and seen how the kids are growing! Precious!

Here’s a little game of mirror mirror in the puddles outside the restaurant.

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