At the moment of birth, I believe destiny’s path awaits…..
We walk soft, grassy fields and treacherous cliffs; we find sheltering oases and deceptive black ice patches along the way.
As we age, the oases become more appreciated…..the black ice, more feared.
For what is around each corner is a mystery….until the last corner is met.
Nowadays, I find a good walking stick steadies my path.
This photo was taken yesterday, at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, in NY.
Sleepy Hollow is home to Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman, tall trees, cascading waterfalls, and history.
Above my head, the camera forged two light anamolies.
I choose to imagine these intertwined orbs the spirits of my parents, guiding me on the path like celestial walking sticks.
More photos of Sleepy Hollow may be found on my Gallery page.