Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere — on water and land.
Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, yoga teacher, sometime poet, wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She shares her daily walks and meanders, a lot of quotes, some of her artwork, and a lot of her photography here on Ye Olde Blogge. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog.
Robin and her husband are (still!) in the midst of renovating the house and cleaning up the property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.
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His words always sing. Sometimes you need a prod and a promise of what’s ahead.
(That pictured spot is begging for kids on skateboards or bikes squealing with the ride)
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That looks scary!
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Beautiful!
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I’ve been thinking a lot about a journey I might need to take. I teeter between leaving and staying. Difficult decision.
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Gosh, I love the photo, Robin–and the quote! Be well, my friend.
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
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His words always sing. Sometimes you need a prod and a promise of what’s ahead.
(That pictured spot is begging for kids on skateboards or bikes squealing with the ride)
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Truly excellent photo and Mr. Whitman – ah, yes.
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So well matched, words and image.
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Delightful and intimidating at the same time! Well done, Robin. đŸ™‚
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Your images and words often take me down intriguing paths… đŸ™‚
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