I don't know if there is a better time to take a walk than after dinner . . .
When I was still tiny, and by some peoples standards I still am . . . size-wise at least, but I mean a little girl, my dad would call it ~ an evening stroll ~ "You want to go on an evening stroll?" And I did.
Everything sounds different . . . more hushed . . . more muted . . .
The frogs crouch . . .
By the murky pond . . . it smells like evening.
The stone lets the cold climb its way in . . .
Nighttime is coming . . .
Evening is the other half of morning . . .
Half light . . . just as spring and fall hold together summer and winter . . .
Shhhh . . .
~Marica
Looks like a lovely evening. That big old twisted tree is quite stunning x
ReplyDeletelove, love this post!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim : )
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeletewhere is that beautiful place...so sweet
ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely . . . it's up at Krotona : )
ReplyDeletestunning pics of the kids. i could just feel the peace coming through. my favorite is paolo crouching like a wee froggie. it reminds me of "Finding Neverland".
ReplyDeleteLovely photos of evening hush.
ReplyDeleteMagical blog!
ReplyDelete~Hi Birdtree, Thank you . . .
ReplyDeleteI have a crush on portland too. some of my best friends live there and I always dream of transplanting my rather tangly roots up to that beautiful area.