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|We LIKE it when the car looks like this.|
The roads of our version of heaven-on-earth aren't paved with gold; they're gravel. That's where all the good stuff left in this world still is, tucked away, doing its own thing.
|wide .. open .. spaces ..|
That's taken from the top of Killoran Road. Talk about sky. Not a cell tower or a jet trail in sight, either. Not that we don't have them up here, they're just few and far between. The edge of yonder forest is where I met the gang of friendly robins this past spring.
|He's much bigger in person.|
Say hello to the resident 'pasture pleaser', as they call bulls here. He always glowers, because that's his job. He's good at it, too. I love bulls, even though they scare me. One small electrified wire won't stop him if he really wants to see anyone off.
|The writer, a dot on the road.|
Can you see the stream?
Next time you are near a pine tree on a still day try this: blow, gently, towards it. Some trees will answer you, shivering their needles as though a breeze had gone through them.
|Oh how I love this place|
We haven't very many pictures of the forest yet. Paul, an avid and respectful photographer, knows that in some places a camera just isn't appropriate. When beauty isn't just of the eye, the real moment just won't be captured that way.
|Although when the forest opened up to this pond,|
the camera caught the moment pretty nicely.