Carpe Diem Time Machine #7, Ancient Road
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"An ancient road," they say
How charming
Though beneath this snow.
© Yosa Buson (1782)
Chisholm Trail wagon ruts mark the soft limestone of Brushy Creek. The tracks of a tradition of cattle drives from the Texas range lands to the railheads in Kansas. The drives were arduous on a good day. Deadly on a bad day. Rivers, electrical storms, thieves and Native American attacks as well as stampedes could take one's life in an instant.
One looks at other ancient trails, roads and paths. The Oregon Trail, the Appian Way, the Silk Road, the Algonquin Trail and the list goes on across the world. What is the purpose of a road, trail or path? Is it all about commerce? Could be that the curiosity of what lies beyond the horizon is enough to leave one's surroundings. Rocks, trees, prairie grasses, sand and even rivers and oceans stand between the human and the horizon. Yet one moves on and on, step by step forging a path.
roadside overlook
valley of deserted trail
biting mosquitoes
© Janice Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on
One looks at other ancient trails, roads and paths. The Oregon Trail, the Appian Way, the Silk Road, the Algonquin Trail and the list goes on across the world. What is the purpose of a road, trail or path? Is it all about commerce? Could be that the curiosity of what lies beyond the horizon is enough to leave one's surroundings. Rocks, trees, prairie grasses, sand and even rivers and oceans stand between the human and the horizon. Yet one moves on and on, step by step forging a path.
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| © Janice Adcock |
roadside overlook
valley of deserted trail
biting mosquitoes
© Janice Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on
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