They will soon disappear - overlain by other tracks, covered by fresh snow, gone with the wind... At the end the sun melting the snow...
What are the traces I leave behind in the world... in the other, in the heart... are they permanent? Are they good, beautiful...?
Photo taken on a snowshoe tour on the mountain Krippenstein (Upper Austria).
Wonderful words to ponder, we are stewards of this and all so we should pay attention to what we do. Love the gentleness and just a touch of sun flare.
Fascinated by the regular pattern of the marks here. Ones that will be more readily erased than most that we leave in life as you so thoughtfully and eloquently draw our attention to. It's a sobering thought and one that should direct us daily. The capture is, of course, captivating with that sunburst at the end of the crisp clean trail.
Superb textures in the snow.. loving the tracks/pattern leading the eye through the frame, accentuating the undulations as it does.
All things have a beginning and an ending, we need to enjoy both with plenty of love/laughter between.
@tskipper Your g-grandfather has migrated from Austria-Hungary to the USA ... this is really interesting! Do you know which city he's coming from? And you live in Florida?
@jerome Yes, it was in the early 1900's. So, it's been awhile. He always said that he was from Austria-Hungary. We found that he was born in Nagy Zalacska.
@tskipper A very interesting family history. On Google I found a place called Zalacska, which is located in today's Slovakia. It is interesting to follow the traces into the past. "Nagy" is, however, Hungarian. On Wikipedia I read that in 1910 there was a large Hungarian minority in this village.
All things have a beginning and an ending, we need to enjoy both with plenty of love/laughter between.
I do not know who made these tracks in the snow.