They were taken a couple of years ago in Lyon's splendid Parc de la Tête d'Or. I was riding my bike when I thought I saw something rather unusual in the midst of the trees. A twig lady? Surely not. So I stopped and walked towards it.
|'The Twig Lady'|
...followed by this delightful object.
Drawn further into the wood through myterious gates...
...I came across signs of societal activity.
And what is never far away from an Autumn hut built over a stream? Why, a canoe of course!
There was a book nearby, thus indicating that the inhabitants could read..
But who were these strange denizens of the wood? My question was answered shortly thereafter..
|'The Leaves and their children'|
My journey was now at an end and I walked out of the wood, thinking thoughts of how the seasons change. Life comes, and goes, it's an eternal cycle. Some things may be eternal, but we are not. I was reminded of that by this stark presence...
|'The Last Journey...'|
Hope you enjoyed these photos and that you have an excellent day.