Photo Credit — Danny James
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain.
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds.
Han-Shan
Oh Danny Boy! 
I didn’t know you had another blog!
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One for mainly fiction. The other for photos. Thanks for stopping by again. Just got back from Japan. Also did a river cruise from Budapest to Bucharest. Costa in the spring. Doing al, this while I still can. 😁
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Retirement for me, hopefully, soon. Husband already there and says I need to try it out. Great photos, Danny. And I have always enjoyed the fiction. Always a twist with you!
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