For HORIZON

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home."

 

-- Wordsworth, "Ode on the Intimations of Immortality"

 

Dedicated to my friend HORIZON, on the occasion of the recent loss of his dear friend.

 

Sunset captured at Hoopes Park in Chandler, Arizona.

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