Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Don't tread on me


Step to it
Montreal, QC, August 2010
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Sure, they're just stairs. But they're delightfully old and worn, and if they could talk they'd probably have such stories to tell of their countless summers and winters by the water at the far end of the island of Montreal.

After I took this picture, I closed my eyes and wondered what stories those might be.

Your turn: Care to share one?

4 comments:

Everyday Goddess said...

maybe the way they creak and groan when we walk on them are their way of telling us.

srp said...

"MOM! Tommy dropped his ice cream on the steps.... AGAIN!"

dennisthemennis.co.uk said...

Steps are where I do all my thinking, I have a step in the garden and I often find myself sat there contemplating my next move, its over a foot thick with snow outside today so my thinking was done on the settee ..

maybe those steps know more than they are giving away ...

TheMuddledMarketPlace said...

...and maybe those steps also still hold threads from the clothes of people who have sprinted up them

click in, they're there still......