I wonder why pictures of feet, at rest, interest me.
I looked for a photo to inspire me, and this is the second time pictures of feet stopped me. Its not a guilty feeling, though it could be. I don’t like to be at rest, I like to be “doing”.
What cannot be known, unless I tell you, is that these feet are Ashton’s, my wife’s and my own. We are on holidays. Which is rare… we don’t usually go places. The place we went was Madrona Beach Resort, and our accommodation was up the hill. It was a long walk down with our beach gear, I took our wagon with us. They should have called it a fitness spa. . .
The image looks so restful, peaceful, and I really should have a third thing to say about it.
It’s the same place where Cheryl and I spent our honeymoon some 20+ years previous. The large fellow, Ashton, wasn’t there the first time.
Enjoy.
Running Down Vimy 