They were taken a couple of years ago in Lyon's splendid Parc de la TĂȘte d'Or. I was riding my bike when I thought I saw something rather unusual in the midst of the trees. A twig lady? Surely not. So I stopped and walked towards it.
| 'The Twig Lady' |
| 'Butterfly' |
...followed by this delightful object.
| 'Basket' |
Drawn further into the wood through myterious gates...
| 'Gates' |
...I came across signs of societal activity.
| 'Hut' |
And what is never far away from an Autumn hut built over a stream? Why, a canoe of course!
| 'Canoe' |
There was a book nearby, thus indicating that the inhabitants could read..
| 'The Book' |
But who were these strange denizens of the wood? My question was answered shortly thereafter..
| 'The Leaves and their children' |
My journey was now at an end and I walked out of the wood, thinking thoughts of how the seasons change. Life comes, and goes, it's an eternal cycle. Some things may be eternal, but we are not. I was reminded of that by this stark presence...
| 'The Last Journey...' |
Hope you enjoyed these photos and that you have an excellent day.