The low angle of morning sunlight at this time of year eases picking out details.
Some critter – am inclined to think either a fox or a raccoon – regularly trods this path. It winds into the middle background and near the top of the photo, veers left into brush.
It is, likely will remain, a mystery. And that is fine.
Faye and I strolled along a woodland trail today. It was a very enjoyable walk on a quiet day with very kind weather. During the walk I saw a hole drilled by a woodpecker. Unfortunately I cannot upload the photo.
Nest hole? Unlikely, since it was less than 3 meters off the ground. Drilling for food? Probably.
Who knows? Who will ever know? Only the woodpecker.
Some mysteries should be left unsolved.
Although I am in chickadee country, I have not regularly seen chickadees at my feeders for almost ten years. Why, is a mystery. So I was very pleased to see this fellow and one other during the past two days. Their antics are so pleasing and amusing, I do hope they hang around!
We came across an inexplicable sight today while driving a country road. These two things out in a pasture, some distance from the road and from any houses, appear to be old upright pianos. They were just too far away to make a positive ID. A mystery to ponder.
It is not for me to know where they go. Instead I wonder, dream, visualize. And that is more than enough for me.
This was left in one of the empty houses we examined a couple weeks ago. What is, was, its story? Why is it there? Was it forgotten, deliberately left, cast off as no longer needed or wanted?
We can spend a great deal of time pondering some mysteries, trying to bring reach closure, yet they are destined to always remain so. Sometimes we have to accept mystery as closure.
Faye and I drove by several abandoned houses yesterday. This one is unusual for our area in that it has wooden siding, most houses around here are brick.
I enjoy pondering the unknowns, the mysteries of such places. Who lived here? What were they like? How did they get along with their neighbours? How long did they live here? Why, and when, did they leave? What stories, lessons, does this place have to share?
Taken and posted with the PlayBook.
In fact, Achilles was so interested in the crows that he sidled up to the gate for a closer look.
I do not know what drew his interest so. What goes on in a dogs’ mind is often, frequently, a mystery to us. Humans pretend to always know what Fido thinks and feels yet we do not, we cannot.
. . . describes Achilles, here shying away from a tiny wavelet breaking at his feet during a visit to Lake Erie. ‘Ain’t gonna get wet, don’t wanna, no how, no way, can’t make me.’
He’s never gotten more than his feet wet and that has only happened walking through puddles. Chili has never taken a swim. I’ve encouraged him but have never made nor will I will never make him.
Because he’s a stray I’ll never know the reason for his antipathy to water. Some mysteries are destined to remain such.
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