Woke up this Sunday morning, didn't want to get up, wanted to stay in bed feeling terrible. My bones ached and my throat hurt, and I just wanted to get a cup of tea and stay in bed. But duty beckoned with it's powerful call, and up I got. After collecting my son from where he had to be collected from, we went for a walk, our favourite walk, around the top lake at Vartry. I didn't want to walk, I wanted to go home to bed. But. Here we were. The dogs needed it. And I decided to really LOOK around me and see what I could see. And this is what I saw...
This root caught my attention. The texture so smooth, and yet the root so bent.
The path through the trees at the edge of the water
The lake from a distance. Silage bales to the left. Farming. The process by which we get our food.
My son walking across a fallen log
.........and then sharing his ice cream with the dogs
The path through the trees at the edge of the water
The lake from a distance. Silage bales to the left. Farming. The process by which we get our food.
My son walking across a fallen log
.........and then sharing his ice cream with the dogs
This half decayed tree
It's evening now. I'm in a different part of the country. Those moments are gone.
"Live in the moment" they say.
A snapshot of moments.
A snapshot of life.
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