Wandering amidst the American new, occasionally my mind will stray. Back to so much living history, where I can point out with child-like glee that the cardo and the decumanus still form the central arteries of Arles with a bumpy heart-beat boom.
These old Roman roads.
They cross the countryside, still full of the promise of going…
…even when their paving stones, covered in two-thousand years of moss and tears, have been pushed aside.
Simply reminders now…
…of the many that came before…
…slowly, so slowly…
…at a pace we only know with our breath.
These old Roman roads, joining empires of the mind and yet there are flowers, such bright poppies.
They too burn in bloom, saying follow me. Follow me. Home.
Oh! These poppy photos are just delightful!
Clare x
I like the messiness of it – and thank you for the compliment! Coming from you…
Yes, you understood it perfectly and have also beautifully expressed some of the things that I have been pondering while in the States, Lorrie. I miss the old. It's strength is reassuring too.
Wonderful to hear from you Karin. I hope that you are having a gorgeous Summer!
Let's hope so, Edgar, let's hope so…
Ahhh, I should have known that you would have said this! 😉 And you are right to use that quote too…
xo
Moving forward again Loree but thank you!
Thank you Donna. That is a pretty fly hat you have there! 🙂