Shadows
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My camera took this photo, but my lovely daughter Amanda was the artist behind the lens. She captured this moment on a late October afternoon at Whitman Mission National Historic Site.
I loved it.
Yes, the shadows along the Oregon Trail captivated my imagination. But, not the castings from the setting sun.
Instead, I was there beneath the shadows of men and horses. I heard the echoes of children racing after wagon wheels. And, I felt the cool breeze through the hair of a pioneer woman as she shook it loose from a sweat soaked bonnet.
... westward HO!
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Love, Gaynor xx
I like your interpretation, too.
I like your tree eating kite, most of the time it is the other way round. I couldn't see the flier unless he/she is riding on that high kite.
The fence, did you know that is a 'free standing fence' as opposed to one with posts put into the ground. Since it zigzags along it will just stand up by itself.
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I've been to The End of the Oregon trail, but I'd love to see the Whitman historical site some day!
Thanks for visiting my blog :)
thanks for your visit to It Strikes me Funny.
a few shadows go a long way. I can't figure out how a person shaped the third piece of wood from the bottom in the fence. cedar posts i understand, but crooked sticks that seem to have been milled have me wondering - why'd they do that?
cheers,
g. harrison
As far as the chemo goes, it's a monthly injection and usually only takes 15 minutes at most. Sometimes I have a friend come along, but usually I go get my shot and come straight home. (I like to get back in time to watch Perry Mason if I can!)
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