Pass Over

Pass over equals overpass as I think about this photo. This is one of the many that allow bikes and pedestrians to cross the Phoenix freeways, I have seen few of either of those categories.

In fact a car of young people threw a handful of pebbles at me as I walked at dusk last night. Hardly impressive and not inspiring to use ons own legs.

So for me pass over has all kinds of connotations within the territory we travel through both here on this planet and the later to me anyway unknown.

And I just arrived in green gorgeous Seattle through tall piled heaps of lovely white clouds - indeed a pass over and into bliss on earth and my region.