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Periphery, the Edge Traveler

Crow's epic perch
When we were road tripping this last spring, I caught what I consider to be an “epic” photo.  We were driving along California SR 1 and passed a wide spot in the road known as Westport.  There was a sweet little cemetery that had a killer (pun not intended) view of the Pacific Ocean.   We whipped over so I could snap a couple of pics.  That’s when my “this is the coolest, most epic” moment happened.  A big, wind-ruffled oily black crow landed on the cemetery sign.  Oh, my stinkin’ goodness - this was absolutely beyond legendary…not to mention that I have a thing for crows and grackles!

This photo has been sitting on my computer in a file labeled “April 2014” just waiting for Halloween to come around.   In the spirit of all things blustery, wild and autumn here’s a little story of the Edge Traveler…


 Periphery.  That’s where he chose to be.  Never quite revealing his whereabouts was better for this nomad.  Shadows and back roads were his costume, allowing him to peer into the warps of time.

Tonight, as he hugged the fringes, the wind echoed strange and icy through the blackened trees, rustling the leaves into a twisting whirl.  Flames from the bonfire crackled mockingly at the inky sky, while Swamp children capered to the melody of the Gypsy fiddler.  Aromas of simmering game flecked the night air.  Muted light filtered from pumpkin luminarias; a scene much to the liking of the Edge Traveler. 

A portal in time was his observation, as October faded and was about to be just another outlying memory to be categorized in the archives of the mind.

A watcher from the threshold in nature, the journeyer’s desire for knowledge was drawn into the goings-on: merriment, fetes and revelries, and much dining on the likes of flora and fauna.  Cook emerged and was off again foraging the forest for earthy delights to add to the smoldering cauldron; a veritable feast celebrating the full harvest and passing of seasons.

The Traveler had looked over the edge and witnessed a fracture in ordinary times, contented, watching from perimeter.

High flying impressions of Halloween…

Missy


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Comments

  1. sewsavyOctober 31, 2014 at 2:53 PM

    How perfect that photo was and fortunate for you to capture it. A good story that could go a long way.

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    1. Missy AOctober 31, 2014 at 3:30 PM

      Thanks, Marlene. I couldn't believe that I actually got that photo! It was amazing...and a really beautiful spot in the road.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 28, 2015 at 8:26 AM

    Hi Missy--Brrrr! This puts me in such a mood for Halloween! Thank you for passing it along, and for being a fellow Edge-Traveler...

    And fantastic shot! What are the chances?

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    1. Missy ASeptember 29, 2015 at 12:37 PM

      Hey Marisa, I'll give you a name. We are fellow Edge-Travelers...and catching that photo was epic!

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