Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post theme this week is Reflection. Click the link to see other entries or to enter yourself.
I immediately thought of the lake where we spend time each summer. I took a series of reflection photos recently when the lake was still. The first two are the actual tree and then its reflection in the water. The last one was another day years ago that the lake was very still.
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This week’s theme was a no-brainer for me as I love taking close-up pics. So, I’ve compiled some of my favorites in a lil slide show for you all to enjoy. I hope you do!! Click here to view more entries for this week. Perhaps next week I’ll have time to figure out how to add Jake’s lovely logo.
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I happened upon a weekly photo challenge in my travels around the blogosphere and I decided to try it this week. Here is the post from Jake Sprinter: A road is a route, or way on land between two places, which typically has been paved or otherwise improved to allow travel by some conveyance, including a horse, cart, or motor vehicle. Roads consist of one, or sometimes two roadways each with one or more lanes and also any associated sidewalks . Roads that are available for use by the public may be referred to as public roads or highways.
And so I immediately thought about my various photos of roads in Spain. I hope you all enjoy my selection here.
Typical Toledo road:
another road in Toledo, with mudejar architecture
There are many pedestrianized roads in Spain. This one in Sevilla is where our hotel was:
Larios Street, a pedestrianized road in Malaga:
Typcial road in Cordoba:
A typical road in Madrid, from our hotel room:
The road leading into Toledo from the train station
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
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