The Stories Of An Old Bridge And A Younger One

How many stories this bridge could tell? How many marks and scars show the time and the passing by? How many times we passed by, not even noticing who is standing firm under our feet? I wonder how many things it had witness and kept the secrets within.IMG_4204IMG_4263IMG_4265

A younger generation with a different experience. Still waves goodby to so many over time. Witness the passing by of life. For fun or for work we go by, taking for granted their function in our lives. People might leave but they stay firmly for the next generation to come and holding all the stories that they saw.IMG_4390IMG_4389IMG_4388

Weekly Photo Challenge: Bridge

The Path to the Unknown

Life is a constant unknown path for us. We try to plan for it but in reality, we are at the mercy of faith, hopes and trust.


Where your path is taking you?

Until then, 

xamlinnette:)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Path

Abracadabra your wish is going to come true!

I saw at the distance the a mist erupting the water, my heart was pounding as fast as the boat raft  we were on, that was speeding at full gear. I looked at my husband wondering if the captain was going to slow down. I kept looking at my surroundings and more mist in different locations blew out of the water. I counted like eight of them, and we were getting closer. Finally the captain slowed down and said while I was pointing out “humpback whales!” I took my face gear out, pull my camera, and start shooting pics. I stopped shooting for a minute and just looked. I was so happy, I wanted to do everything at the same time, take pictures, videos, and observe. I was looking for that perfect moment to shoot the fluke while the giant dive in. I tried before and I wasn’t successful, actually I was kind of frustrated to be honest. I had one more chance.

They were so close, I heard them breathing, I saw the mist of their breath going up to the sky.

Then, magic happened…

Afternoon Display of Colors

Gallery of colors and beauty over the Kissimmee skies on a Saturday afternoon.  Sometimes the places that you see often could be magical if you change the way you observed  them.

Until then,

xamlinnette

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