We are in the middle of a new storm. Still dark here and I don't even want to imagine the snow and rain mix. The yuckiest kind of weather to try to get around in. So I am not going anywhere.
I took this picture Yesterday. That's a new path winding through the woods. Won't be visible when winter is over.
When we moved here, I brought my attitude with me. My neighbors (the couple is about my son's age) live right on the road below us. About 1/2 acre, 2 teenagers, and an ATV. Not long after being here, I noticed them walking through "my yard". The 5 acres between them and the next neighborhood over. I kindly let them know how I felt about that. Everyday the youngest kid, 11, rides his ATV in circles around their house . For hours. While I think to myself, I hate those things.
Right after the holidays, while retrieving the mail at the bottom of the hill. I saw them on their deck. I called out. We talked from our own sides over a stone wall. It was a long talk. Too long for here, I cannot type that much.
I asked about things. I learned about them. The things we have in common and the things we don't. I suddenly said...something I never would have said before... "what if Nicholas could use his ATV to make a path? I said maybe we could all walk through the woods more easily. Maybe he could use the path once in a while to ride through to see his friends over the hill. Faces lit up. She asked if I wanted to know more about the hiking trails just beyond the hill.
The culture is different here. But people are people. If you try to understand.
I let a lot of things go with the turn of the year. I think that might become more apparent.
So many works I create are about path. Maybe they all are.