Are these photos taken high in the mountains, perhaps the Alps? Could one be a volcano waiting for the right moment to blow? Or is it a glacier sliding down a mountain side?
Actually it is none of the above, but of course you knew that. If I pull the camera out a bit more will you be able to solve the mystery?
Could that be an entrance to a mine below the mountain? Is it the bed of a dump truck? Perhaps it is a railroad car. Sadly, it is none of those. Well let’s pull the camera lens back just a bit further and see if that helps.
New information comes to light as the camera pulls back. There are small trees, shrubs, and weeds. The yellow metal seems to be from an old flatbed train car. This is my view to the right. Let’s see what is straight ahead of me.
Ahh! Now you know I am on the riding trail. I do ride by mountains, but they are made of limestone gravel. There is a rock quarry alongside the trail. During the ninety degree days, as sweat rolled down my face, I would imagine myself high in the mountains embracing the cool breezes. I longingly gazed at the mountain of gravel hoping for a breath of cool air, but that cool air never came.
I want to remember, sometimes you need to step back to get the big picture.