“And God said come to the edge.” “I can’t. I’m afraid.” “Come to the edge.” “I can’t. I’ll fall” “Come to the edge.” I went to the edge and God pushed me…….and I flew.”― Guillaume Apollinaire
The Weekly Photo Challenge is Edge.
My family and I live on the edge. And when we come to the edge…we jump. The edge is just the beginning of our lives, jumping into the unknown is the adventure.
Camping on the threshold of a spiritual change along the Inca Trail in Peru.
We discover new life at the tip of the cliffs in Portugal.
A portal connecting the ancient and modern awaits us in Cartagena, Colombia.
At the top of the bell tower in Granada, Nicaragua we can see the peak of our Concepcion volcano on Ometepe Island.
Our hometown in Tennessee is ringed by hay bails.
From the lip of the boat, we explore the Rio San Juan in Nicaragua.
From the ledge on our regular ferry, we check the clouds hovering over our sleeping volcano.
Even Flat Stanley came to the edge of the field of flowers when he visited us.