OOOOh – this is going to be much harder than I thought.
Sure, a journey of a 1000 steps begins beneath one’s feet, but Lao-tzu meant philosophically, and horizontally, not vertically.
Whoosh – vertigo AGAIN. Close my eyes, breathe in for 10, hold for 10, breathe out for 10. Repeat. Open eyes. Feel calm.
Thump, thump, thump – not calm. Shakespeare ? – be still my heart.
Why did they have to cut the grass? Whose idea was it to put in stone walkways a hundred years or so ago? The roof line of that building looks rather sharp.
The wind’s picked up. It’s about to rain.
I think I’ll wait until tomorrow.
One misstep and . . . .
Hey, look at me – I can fly.
Barrel-roll. Half-upside-down-full-spin. 180 degree turn. Falcon-dive. Vulture thermal float. Flying lessons were worth every berry and seed.
Swoop – take that touristy folk.
Written for Sunday Photo Fictioner (December 14, 2014) , picture provided by Al, the photography guy. Thanks for a new perspective on castle tourism!