Philosophical Fridays

 

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Photo Credit — Danny James

                        Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
                        The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
                         The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
                         The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
                         The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain.
                         The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
                         Who can leap the world’s ties
                         And sit with me among the white clouds.

 

 

Han-Shan

Travel Theme: Hidden

While on vacation in Italy we found this hidden pleasure:

That’s where we came from

That's the way down. but to where

That’s the way down. but to where

This is the view at the end.

This is the view at the end.

Photos taken in a small Italian town of Todi.

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