Boza and I walk in the forest many times and as you see by the picture that many people walk in this forest. In fact in Moscow there is so many people that you virtually never can find a time or place that someone else is not there also. I do find that 3 am in the morning though comes pretty close to no one around… 🙂
When I come upon this spot in the woods, I allow Boza to pick the way to go. He follows his nose and we wander where his nose leads him. I suspect that he follows a trail of a cat or another dog, or even the trail of a squirrel at times. But what ever it is, he picks a different path almost every time we come here…
I think about this spot and realize that every path has something at the end of it. Every path is a means to get to a different place…
This is our lives and these paths are what we have to make a decision to follow. Sometimes we have the opportunity to make a random decision. Then we sometimes make a detailed decision. Then sometimes we are forced to make that decision and follow a path…
The picture above flows like this:
Path to the right is the hospital…
Path straight ahead is to the movie theater…
Path to the left is to our flat…
Then the path with the woman pushing her kid in a stroller is to a hole in the huge fence that surrounds these woods…
This is life in a nutshell and according to which way that you go and on which path you pick, life can be changed in an instant…
I call a place like this…
Multiple Futures!
Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…