It bothers me that someone or some people took the time to make terraces up a large swatch of the mountain side. I just realized, however, the purpose of this somewhat odd creation. It was established as a large set of retaining walls for trees that would act to protect the homes down below in the even of heavy rain or other natural disasters. That is at least what I think. I'm pretty sure that when the next major earthquake happens the homes will slide right off the mountain sides. It worries me even more with the homes and things that are built over rivers on steel and concrete platforms. I doubt those were built to be earthquake safe. Bye bye buildings.
These grassy areas are peaceful. But you almost feel the long forgotten foot steps by those that once lived here. The warm sun and wind pressing gently on the stalks makes a rustling sound. In the background you can see a waterfall but there is no telling how the path might get there.
A stop by some rocks.
Up into the prison blocks.
Reaching into the sun for a little more on the warm day. I tread into shadows.
The shadows aren't cold this time. I'll see you again soon sun.
Why your staunch disapproval?
Were you wishing I left the fallen ones rest in peace?
I shouldn't give in to your sappy tears but a sappy joke is too hard to refuse.
"Oh you found us," it said.
But it wasn't all of them so through the thicket I climbed to find.
"Now you really did it. Come back anytime you feel inclined."
Oh the pleasure is all mine.