It was the perfect kind of weather when the sun is warm but the air is crisp and cool as we headed out that day...for trails to walk and time to spend alone in the open space of nature. There must have been a fire here for the tall, brave remains of beautiful arbors stood silent and statuesque.
And a graveyard of more fallen wonders, left to rest in the sun...
It seemed like the whole world had stopped as the quiet and stillness surrounded us...and we rather liked it that way.
Then suddenly we turned a corner, there it was...
a relic from the past with a story waiting to be weaved...so we did.
The mystery of a gangster out in the hills late one night heading for Vegas but never making it...what was he running from? Why the gunshots in the door? Perhaps he escaped and ran by foot further up into these hills...and is living there still...ohh the mystery of it all was so exciting.
Then my wee walking partner stopped me in my tracks and declared that I must photograph this...
for he was amazed and intrigued by the reflection of the trees in the water, we sat there for quite a long time talking quietly of nature, the wonder of it all & making little ripples, being still, watching the trees move, even the birds were clear in the mirror of this little pond...
because, really anytime that this young fellow and I get to hang out is a wondrous time indeed.
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