Weekly photo challenge: Favorite place(s)

This week’s photo challenge is your favorite place. Since I recently moved, I’m going to go back to a few places from the past because I haven’t found a favorite place here in Connecticut yet (but I will).

iowa-2006092.jpgDriving down empty gravel roads in Iowa on a hot August afternoon.

img_0960.jpgBike riding on the East Bay Bike Path on the first nice morning in May.

newimg_5236.jpgEvery nook and cranny of Ireland.

img_1131.jpgAnd a Block Island getaway in the summertime when the flowers are all blooming.

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Weekly photo challenge: Green!

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… that¬†late afternoon light glowing through the last leaves still hanging.

Most trees have lost all their leaves, so those that still cling to the branches seem¬†the most jubilant — the ones that won’t give up.

Finding this bridge of leaves over a street in Calistoga, California, was a special treat!

Weekly photo challenge: Shine (through leaves and trees)

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The “shiny” negative space in¬†this photo imitates the ¬†leaves. That’s why I love this one.

This photo wasn’t from this fall.¬†We had¬†a dry summer and it seemed that the leaves were dull and boring compared to other years. I did enjoy one beautiful weekend in Connecticut with a group of friends from my hometown. We stayed at my daughter’s home for a long weekend, and the weather was perfect. We visited wineries and Newport and the beach and the casino and an apple festival. The leaves in CT were at their peak and surprised us all along Rte. 2 south of Hartford. We had a wonderful time, but it was over before I knew it. And I don’t think I thanked them enough for coming.

Wherever the road leads

 

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The longer she kept walking forward, the less often she looked back.
The less often she wanted to turn around.
The less often she waited to see if anyone was coming up behind her.
She liked the sound her sneakers made on the gravel roadway.
She could hear a creek running far below.
She could see the morning steam rising off the hillside.
She knew wherever the road led would be fine.
Because she’d never been there before.

Sunflower Field

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Every summer when I visit Marcus,

the last thing I do is walk in the field of sunflowers

south of town.

It reminds me of my comings and goings

and how life goes on.

The grasshoppers will be jumping,

and the dew will drench my sneakers.

I’ll track mud¬†back to¬†the rented car,

and that little bit of Iowa

will travel across the country

with me.