There was once an iron grated bridge over a creek, behind the apartment complex. This was a bike path to campus, that just happened to go by the stinkiest, smelliest, nauseating-ist sheep pen evar! Otherwise, the bike path went through scenic farm lands, not miles and miles and miles of corn. If the wind was calm, the bridge was a very tranquil and soothing place to be as the creek waters rushed by. I stopped going there, when I discovered someone was under the bridge listening to me voicing my thoughts to myself. (I think out loud.)
The woods, I could really use some time with trees.
Always good company.
I like to go down to the river. Lots of trees, the river of course, and birds …
I’m drawn to nature, too, and art. Art offers less chance of coming home covered with mosquito bites.
i can’t help myself. i have to say it…
in a van down by the river…
The river? “We’re having fun now!”
My pied-à-terre is my lawn chair in the shade of the cedar trees in the backyard with Mlle. Renee, of course.
There’s no place like home!
Near a body of water. Used to be the ocean, but these days it’s more likely to be a river or lake.
I love water, too, especially the sound of the ocean. One of the best sounds on the planet, I think.
Agreed! Especially the sound it makes over the rocks on the beach as it flows back after a big wave. Indescribable, but powerfully amazing.
There was once an iron grated bridge over a creek, behind the apartment complex. This was a bike path to campus, that just happened to go by the stinkiest, smelliest, nauseating-ist sheep pen evar! Otherwise, the bike path went through scenic farm lands, not miles and miles and miles of corn. If the wind was calm, the bridge was a very tranquil and soothing place to be as the creek waters rushed by. I stopped going there, when I discovered someone was under the bridge listening to me voicing my thoughts to myself. (I think out loud.)
Eek! There was a troll under the bridge? I hate it when that happens. =)
Seriously, it is more than a little disconcerting and maybe even a little scary when you think you’re alone to discover you’re not.
To the woods and river with my dogs!
Heck, I like that place, too, even though I’m only enjoying it vicariously through your photos!
Always to the woods and when I lived in Kentucky the rolling hills through the woods.
It’s apparent the dire warnings of “Little Red Riding Hood” were lost on many of us.
if near, the woods or the beach
but most days my back yard and the dirt in the flower beds/pots…
And we all thank you for those spots of beauty you create!
Does driving in my car count? I have a lot of thoughts in there.
Yes! I do a lot of good thinking in my car.