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.

Mumbled by - A - C -
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3 comments:

  1. - A - C -July 21, 2008 at 8:52 PM

    From the One Mile Jetty, Carnarvon, WA.

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  2. Ecletic WomanJuly 22, 2008 at 5:05 PM

    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

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  3. - A - C -July 22, 2008 at 5:14 PM

    @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...

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