Kevin Casey Fleming
Sunset Over the Mississippi River
Sometimes the wind gusts
And nonplussed, colors combust
-- the sun blazes through
I was missing the view of a good Colorado (home state) sunset. It is interesting how I can miss a thing so much that I do not notice what is in front of me. The sun does not care where I live. My mind is my greatest freedom, and my only limitation.
This was taken on the Illinois side of the Mississippi River. Across the way is Iowa.
I am not a fan of corn, and the wintertime here is gray, but the springtime storms and scudding clouds can take my breath away.
(My apologies, feeling poetic today)
Sunset Over the Mississippi River
Sometimes the wind gusts
And nonplussed, colors combust
-- the sun blazes through
I was missing the view of a good Colorado (home state) sunset. It is interesting how I can miss a thing so much that I do not notice what is in front of me. The sun does not care where I live. My mind is my greatest freedom, and my only limitation.
This was taken on the Illinois side of the Mississippi River. Across the way is Iowa.
I am not a fan of corn, and the wintertime here is gray, but the springtime storms and scudding clouds can take my breath away.
(My apologies, feeling poetic today)