I am living in the place where Alice in Wonderland was written with many part of the story based on the area. Where CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien formed their club the inklings, where Phillip Pullman wrote and based part of his Dark Materials (the Golden Compass trilogy for those who dont know). I can see why, this whole place inspires imagination, where paths and gates could lead to far off lands, or to magical beings homes.
A couple of blogs I have been reading http://dancingbeastie.wordpress.com/ and http://moonlightandhares.blogspot.com/ both have posts and very cool pictures of gates and pathways. So I thought I would put up a few of my own that I have discovered on my adventuresThe things about pictures of paths (and actual paths themselves) is that they always seem so inviting, but what happens if you follow them, where do you end up?
To finish off with here’s a poem I love but hadn’t heard in ages, but seems appropriate here
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference