Monday, October 27, 2014

The Forests of my Childhood


The beautiful forests of my childhood, a pocket of green amidst the ever-encroaching city, is still there. 





Here is the tree were we used to sit and swing.  It is still there--but it is much too tall and big to swing in these days.




Here is a view down into the canyon.  If you look closely, I believe you can see the creek peeking through the foliage.




Here's another view down into the canyon where we played as children.




I look at this photo, and I want to walk down into that cedar and moss forest...surely something magical lies beyond.




The sun comes out for a brief moment--filling the leaves with bright color.

Sometimes, standing at the edge of the canyon, looking down into the places we played as children, I can almost hear the echoes of those times--one moment from the past, superimposed upon the present.  For a few moments I am sure I can her children laughing. 

2 comments:

Laura said...

May you always hear echoes of laughter and love dear Beth, no matter how broken hearted you feel at times. Praying for you.

Marie Flutterby said...

Beautiful nature shots and beautiful memories; precious moments. ♥

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