What is after the corner when we finally up?

I took a lot of photos but this one is only a photo of a photo I had so many years on my wall. That is why I show it smaller.

I fall for it, and the pal I visited in Woods Hole, offered it to me. He told me a student of his took it. 

It speaks so much to me!

Not easy to go up those stairs, not easy to go farther a lot of time in our life. And, once up there, we see not from down what is visible, now, what awaits me around the corner?

From this photo on, I went and did take a lot of different stairs, but none of them spoke as much to me as this one. 

Where I am going? Anyway, I do not stop, I am going, I am trying. 

This blog has begun.