A Walk through Summer’s End
My own response to the Footfall prompt — in photos.
Sometimes you have to forget about everything except your connection to the Earth.
Here is what that looks like in Nevache, France….and the valley, mountains, and river that rise around it. Just two hours on the road from home. It’s funny how sometimes you don’t have to go too far to find yourself.
There is something about the trees here — Larchwood. The soft, fragrant needles turn golden and drop off in the fall. This time of year, they’re still reaching their whispy green fingers to the sky…
Even though I love this land of water, rain, snow, glaciers…I never forget the desert I grew up in. And sometimes, I find it again on the trail…
Why am I constantly surprised by when a mountain lake pops out from behind the crests? I’ve been hiking toward it all day, peeking at the map, staring down signposts. Still, I’m unprepared.
I can’t help but spend some time in the rocks left behind by the people who piled up what the mountain cast off for their shelter.
Who were they? What was it like to live here? Did they stay through the winter? It’s high and cold here — this is the last place the fireweed hasn’t gone to seed yet…
When you finally throw off your shoes and pull out your dusty toes — after the trek over rock, dirt, and fall-brown grass, there is still this softest patch of green.
Thanks for joining me on this walk through the valley. Thank you also to Mary McGrath for inspiring me to get back in touch with photography.
What does your footfall look like these days? Bring us your story. Here’s a prompt in case you missed it: