Reflections at the forking paths

The Fossil Grove holds for me  private memories,  like fossils a trace of past experiences from what seems like another life another person. As I walk through the narrow pathways between the rocks I feel a quiet stillness within me.  The rocks have the own character and faces. The huge tree trunks tower up towards the heavens their branches intertwine above creating abstract images across the sky. The excavated tree trunks are like sculptures from an ancient time.  Mother earth’s creative will surrounds me . I am in awe at the beauty that surrounds me here,  its never fails to make me catch my breath.

“Beauty is everywhere if only we learn to look beyond the surface”

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