Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
nice 🙂
rock-solid capture ~ very nice
Enchanting
This is lovely. Well captured.
I have enjoyed this visit and strolling back a few days….I really do enjoy your words and photography. I think I heard an owl at dusk last eve…
Cheers.
Beautiful, I love stones in general and can’t resist picking them up wherever I go.
Cairns that you’re a part of building are cool, but so are the ones you see on trails that you know nothing about!
Nice shot!
Lovely!
nice little sculpture … and a surprise
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A beautiful thought…
really strong write. love the way the words first and then the lines interact so perfectly with one another.
Thoughtful, I love this – it’s like a spell.
Explore and discover.
A druid could have done and said this.
Beautiful words, beautiful photo!
Says much in a few words.