This poem captures it perfectly Camino. The way forward, the way between things, the way already walked before you, the path disappearing and re-appearing even as the ground gave way beneath you, the grief apparent only in the moment of forgetting, then the river, the mountain, the lifting song of the Sky Lark inviting you over the rain filled pass when your legs had given up, and after, it would be dusk and the half-lit villages in evening light; other people's homes glimpsed through lighted windows and inside, other people's lives; your own home you had left crowding your memory as you looked to see a child playing or a mother moving from one side of a room to another, your eyes wet with the keen cold wind of Navarre. But your loss brought you here to walk under one name and one name only, and to find the guise under which all loss can live; remember you were given that name every day along the way, remember you were greeted as such, and you neede
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Spring starts to arrive about now. In some parts of the country the trees are mostly native and there isn't a greatly marked shift from winter to autumn. Down South where I live the change is very noticeable - some parts of Otago are renowned for their spectacular autumn colours. But because we have a huge mix of things growing and because the temperatures aren't as extreme as the USA the Spring shift can be spread over several months from late July to early October.
Second best camera .... or Number One?
The trip to Nelson is a lovely drive Katherine. About 10 hours on the road but of course there are some wonderful cafes and craft shops and vistas spread out along the trail at convenient intervals. I try to make the trip at least annually but this time I was reminded of what splendid people my family are and how much I like their company. Im going more often from now on