CAROLYN’S ONLINE MAGAZINE (#COMe)
THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET
The WordPress photo weekly prompt for August 7, 2015, is to capture the ground beneath your feet. Yesterday I posted The Patio Beneath My Feet , showing the detrimental effects of painting our patio with Rustoleum Deck & Concrete Restore 10X.
Today I’m posting some happier photos to represent things beneath my feet.
A spirit in my feet said go, and I went. —Matthew Brady
April 1996. I took about a month and drove, by myself, to New England, While there I visited the beach of my childhood, Wallis Sands Beach in Rye, N. H. Having no one there to take my picture I took a ‘selfie’ of my feet as proof I’d had my feet in the water. The sand was a pleasant sensation beneath my feet.
Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. —Casey Kasem
November 2000. Monte and I traveled to in Munich, Germany, to visit our son, Nolan, who was at the university there as a post-doctorate student. I’d wanted to visit both a mountain and a farm. I could only visit one, so chose the farm—which was several blocks from Wahlburg Mountain. I’d kept my feet on the ground while reaching for the stars.
Monte decided to climb as high as he could. While I waited for him I explored the area, and discovered this spot of snow which I placed beneath my feet. My boots protected my feet from the cold ground beneath my feet.
I think right now in the world we’re feeling like there’s no solid ground beneath our feet, you know? —Kelly Lynch
April 17, 2015. We briefly visited St. Augustine Beach in Florida during our drive from Orlando, Florida, to our Pennsylvania home. The sand was steep and the undertow, even at the edge of the surf, was sufficiently strong that I felt like I was not wading on solid ground. The surf pulled the sand rapidly from beneath my feet.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. —Patrick Henry
February 19, 2003. Having traveled to Massachusetts for the February 17, 2003, funeral of my Aunt Nyllis, then having explored Portsmouth to Newport (Rhode Island, Acquidnick Island) we stopped at Rocky Neck Beach in Connecticutt, where I experienced wading in the Atlantic Ocean. The sand beneath my feet, combined with the water above my feet, made these feet bright red.
Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. —Jeremy Bentham
August 8, 2015. The flower’s roots were beneath my feet .