Sunday, July 20, 2008

Path, interrupted

D300 - 24 mm, 1/160 sec f/4.5, ISO 200

When I look back, I often see my life made of bits and pieces. Some are connected and some are not, as if they were traces of a path suddenly cut by a mysterious force and left fluctuating in my memory. Lingering on where those paths would have taken me is a very tempting activity, and a dangerous one too.


  1. From the One Mile Jetty, Carnarvon, WA.

  2. Sometimes I notice that you and I often think/feel along the same lines. This piece feels very familiar to me, just as the frog and the toad felt familiar to you.

    I like that.

    The Book Queen

  3. @BQ: hehe.. yes, it's true. After all we both practice Tai Chi! Or maybe we are just human beings who began to ask themselves questions...