Brian's ladder

After a decade in the Woolen Mills my friend and neighbor Brian sought greener, quieter pastures. He wanted a road without cars and a skyline without street lights. He found same, nestled into the Southwestern Mountains, north of town. Brian's ladder stayed behind, frozen in the snow. The snow melted three days ago. I didn't know exactly where Brian lived, but I knew his house was along this rural road. Left the ladder on the side of the road. He found it.
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2 Comments:
Brilliant photograph, Bill. A minimalistic delight & great story telling.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Nice to hear from the Fritsch.
Yep, there are ladders everywhere in the U.S., in the strangest places. Always reaching for Heaven...
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