A Road Trip Through the Back Roads… Photo Memories

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The Streets with No Name – An Emotional Road Trip

Some days you feel the world needs to be explored so you go where the road takes you and ask no questions.

Mother Nature beckons you to join her in all her splendour, but is it enough to get you through the day?

You find something that reminds you of home but it really isn’t your home because it belongs to the people who drive down the narrow dirt road to get to it.

The apples are starting to ripen early on the tree from a warm summer and soon they will make someone great jam or jelly. Soon jars of yummy treats will be taken down many roads to be shared with the neighbours.

The tarnished horse reminds you of a time gone by when roads were never needed, just the enjoyment you found close to your soul.

You remember the days spent jumping in the hay and  pretending you would never get old. But today you are a year older than you were yesterday;  just like the old road that brought you here.

Growing by the cracked asphalt on the side of the road there are the flowers similar to the ones  you grew up with. The gladiolas look just like they did as a child, but you, yourself,  no longer look the same.

Logs were hauled down the old road from a nearby wooded area and made into something that was useful and lovely to look at.

Hot soup was often boiling on the old woodstove and sometimes shared with others. How you long to go back to those days when life was simple and not sped up like a super highway.

Old machines created ruts in the road you traveled to get here and they will be engraved in the asphalt forever.

The road beckons you to travel farther but do you really need to see more?

A cow stands in the middle of the road blocking your path so you try to send it home. It just does not understand that home is where the heart is – not standing on a hot dusty road.

You stop by the side of the road and take a picture of innocence. Why can’t life be like this?

Sitting on the grass you watch life slowly pass down the river. Life flows too quickly and you wish you could stop it sometimes.

The cool cat gazes at you and demands you take a picture of him. You wonder who built such an odd thing that sits close to the road.

You are almost at the end of your journey and pray for more rain so farmers will not have to sell their animals.

You drive down your own road and smell the fresh rain from last night and the young grapes that the birds are nibbling on.

There  are so many emotional triggers that live in the place you belong, call home or grew up in.  Do you really need to journey to fulfill your needs?

After all it’s the house that built me and roads and streets have no name, but your personal road does as there is just no place like home.

Photos by Linda Seccaspina from the beautiful scenery of Lanark County

About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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