Travel theme: Graceful

Posted on March 6, 2015 by ailsapm

If you’ve read any of my travel tales, you’ve probably got a fairly good idea of my level of gracefulness. If you haven’t, let me just say I have descended the snowy slopes of Mount Rainier with the agility of a gazelle on crutches, flounced alongside sequinned and tuxedo-clad clientele whilst sporting a rumpled shirt with a hole in the elbow in Vegas and almost knocked myself unconscious with a tent in Moab. My score of absolute zero on the scale of gracefulness might explain why I am so attracted to displays of it in others, so here is a selection of graceful photos I’ve taken on my travels. First up, the most elegant of swans, gracefully preening on the waters of the village pond in East Hampton.

Walking along the Seattle waterfront, I followed the strains of Leonard Cohen’s “Dance Me to the End of Love” and discovered these two fabulous dancers weaving a tango in a secret spot along the shoreline.

Still in Seattle, this patch of glowing, singing flowers, aka the art installation Sonic Bloom, is strangely graceful.

High up on Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic Mountains, this deer tried to steal my sandwich, and even though she proved to be the most heinous of thieves, she still maintained an air of dignified grace.

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xxx Ailsa

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. – Auguste Rodin

Every crag and gnarled tree and lonely valley has its own strange and graceful legend attached to it. – Douglas Hyde

About ailsapm

Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. And I’m just getting started. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far, I’d love you to follow my travelogue - wheresmybackpack.com - and remember, anyone who tries to tell you it’s a small world hasn’t tried to see it all.

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