A few weeks ago when I went for a walk, I shot some photographs of the path I was walking as it changed during the hike. I worked with the photos a little bit in Photoshop thinking that I could write some deeply meaningful blog on the metaphor of my images of paths - but I give up. Nothing that deep is coming to mind. Even Google can't help. But I will post the photos here anyway and maybe something will come to me after. If not, it's something to do on a Saturday night I enjoy.
At the bottom of this page I put a photo I took in Nashville two Thanksgivings ago. When I look at it, for some reason it makes me sad in it's symbolism. Since it is one lone photo, a one of a kind type, I can't find another place for it so it will find a place among the paths. I guess it fits together, somehow.
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| Rocky |
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| Two |
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| Unknown |
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The End
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