(glimpses) - walking through time

a favorite place where we walk past people we will never know

except for their gilded moment in our own time .....

a simple haystack immortalized in a way no other has been ....




































and sit where fallen trees have found beautiful purposefulness ....

past the man in the stove-pipe hat, the golden tin-plated rooster, carriages and wind vanes, colorful ponies and yes, flying pigs...

and growing thing do not grow....

but still tower like modern beanstalks overhead ...

































though only made of crystal-like glass... wishing you a beautiful weekend!!