A dabble in a poetic reflection following my time on the Camino de Santiago, walking the Camino Ingles route with my Dad. Differing strides, a changeable pace, moving forward, yet neither in chase. The warm sun, pounding rain, nurtured a weathered face.
Stopping On The Way
Stopping On The Way
Stopping On The Way
A dabble in a poetic reflection following my time on the Camino de Santiago, walking the Camino Ingles route with my Dad. Differing strides, a changeable pace, moving forward, yet neither in chase. The warm sun, pounding rain, nurtured a weathered face.