The Path
A number of the family (seven, to be precise) spent the past few days at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland. One of the best things about being there (besides the plays, which were wonderful) is spending time in town, out of doors. It seems like almost anything can happen - and often does.
For instance, one day we went to Lithia Park for a picnic, only to find we were serenaded all day by a string camp that was being taught in the park. Those attending the camp were children - but not just beginners. A number had real skill at their instruments, and there was singing, as well as playing. This continued a good deal of the day.
Then several of us went on a hike. The madrona trees were shedding their bark - the contrast was beautiful. Finally, later in the day, three of us went to meet the other four at a restaurant. We were early, so poked around in some odd corners, and found the path and several paintings like the one shown above. All were under a bridge, so we enjoyed the shade, the seating on stones fitted for that purpose, and the paintings.
Serendipity - beauty is where you find it - and oftentimes you simply stumble across it, while not even looking!
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