Woodlands Walk

[seamus finn]

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[RSL]

Wow! When I first looked I thought the guy was hanging from that structure. Whew. Glad I looked closer.

Good shot, Seamus.

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Nice one!

[stamper]

Wow! When I first looked I thought the guy was hanging from that structure. Whew. Glad I looked closer.

Good shot, Seamus.

Framed for murder? A serendipity moment?

[brianrybolt]

Maybe you can convince this guy to fake hang himself for another shot.  You can then display as a diptych.

Cheers,
Brian

[brianrybolt]

Seamus,

Love your Life in the Street.  Excellent shots filled with humour and delight.
Brian

[seamus finn]

Could you guys maybe consider that he's entering the gates to the Garden of Eden! Or a better place than the one he's just left!!  Jeez, as a newspaperman of forty years standing, I thought I was the only cynic left standing!!!

[Rob C]

Seamus, is this what happened to W. Eugene's children when they grew up? Or when they reached the end of the garden path?

Rob

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Seamus, is this what happened to W. Eugene's children when they grew up? Or when they reached the end of the garden path?

Rob

Quite possibly. But where is the other one?

[Rob C]

Quite possibly. But where is the other one?

Old age got it.

Rob C

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Old age got it.

Rob C

Or sibling rivalry got too intense?

Eric

[Rob C]

Or sibling rivalry got too intense?

Eric

That's beyond my capabilty to reply accurately: never had a sibling, so it's unknown territory. Observation makes me think I was probably quite fortunate insofar as males are concerned, but siblings of the female variety often, but not always, seem to be a blessing. There's a message there, somewhere, could I but see it.

Rob

[seamus finn]

Seamus, is this what happened to W. Eugene's children when they grew up? Or when they reached the end of the garden path?

Rob

Rob, at my age, the usual family diplomatic intricies - the 'stepping-around-the landmine' delicies of intimate life - continue to leave me thinking that I live in a state of the bewildered, and I suspect, so do my children.... and sometimes, I think I belong there myself.