Spotted this decaying old bridge on the way down to Tongariro, but went right past. It stuck in my mind though and I made a point of looking out for it on the way back… Can’t quite explain it, but it feels so desolate, so absolutely lost and forgotten. The stream it once traversed isContinue reading “Broken Bridge”
I can’t help wonder a bit if the arm that’s missing was the one that held the umbrella? And also… what would it be like to have your sole companion through the centuries to be a blind, deaf mute? Is there any point in complaining if no one knows?
I am always happy when I see signs that nature is winning the small battles – at least for the moment… and, I suppose, in the end she’ll win it all, no matter how we struggle, though I am thinking, barring a last-minute Mayan coup, that we don’t have to hold our speci-al breath overContinue reading “Fading sign of human occupation”