I’m going to tell on myself. I went through the entire month thinking the November Photo Challenge was “A Road to Nowhere.” Boy did I have some good shots, thanks to my daughter. Her ideas included cigarettes, bullying, judging and money. It wasn’t until yesterday that I saw the REAL theme is “where the streets have no name.” Yup, that’s how I generally roll.
After a quick panic I realized I had tons of pictures I could use. Because for me, Corolla is truly a place where the streets have no names. Sure, there are street signs on most. But to me, Corolla is where nothing has a label. It is where I go to get away… it is where the streets have no name.
1. Now that the tourists are gone, I am able to let Moon run on the beach every morning. I have been bringing my camera because you never know what you will see. The clouds along the horizon were beautiful on this particular day.
2. Five deer were wandering behind our house. When they saw me, this sweet girl walked closer to see what we were up to.
3. Another morning sunrise. Sigh.
4. This is a whelk egg casing. If you open up a segment you will find tiny little whelk shells.
5. For years I have passed by this sign. I promised myself I would stop for a picture but was always afraid to do it. Imagine driving down a long road surrounded by trees and approaching a beautiful old white church. After passing the church, however, you notice a dirt road with the following HORRIFYING SIGN:
All I can think of is hooded church elders bringing innocent teens through the purgatory gates and back to a torture building in which monsters scare the teens in to a religious fit. Even looking at the picture makes me shudder. I find this “no trespassing” dirt road to purgatory absolutely terrifying.
