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At 70 degree north. This is a popular goal for cross country skiers and some fatbikers.... not a Hells Angels place for sure, but they have fat tires too;-)
This represents the reason I return to the arboretum-places of wide open skies, so relaxing, and places dense with foliage...make a picnic under shade trees, or out where you can lean back, listening to all the bird songs, or sometimes honks that sound like a foghorn...So it isn't that clear, but I like it anyway!
A very happy early birthday present to myself. I love. Love love love. Love. This camera. Love.
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On Florida's western shore, where sand meets sea,
The sun descends with grace, a sight to see.
The sky, a canvas painted in hues of gold,
Reminds us life is good, stories untold.
The water was not so much but this waterfall are still beautiful
Ozark Mountains, Top of the Rock, Missouri, USA
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La Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències, L'Oceanogrà fic, València.
Got away for a few days on a refreshing escape to the Eastern Sierra! There’s something special about catching the snow before it melts away—almost like a quiet farewell to winter.
Road between Macaé (3h from Rio) and Rio de Janeiro
My new project view from the window
That moment when you see that special view from the car window and you don't want to bother the driver to stop to take the picture, because you have stopped already 3 minutes ago :)
Do you have the same issue ??
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Posting this one not for the quality of the photo, but for the intensity of the feeling. Something I need to remember.
In that silence by the tracks, sun sinking behind the old elevator . . . something welled up inside me, encircled my heart.
Was it gratitude, was it peace? An overwhelming dose of amazing grace? Was it just the glorious result of finally being completely in the moment and no where else? Was it the realization that life can be so damn sweet and it breaks my heart that I usually can't see it that way. Yet every once in awhile, I get it right, it all lines up, I stand in awe for the chance to just be where I am.
Like that morning in Holly, Colorado, waiting for the Chief in the cold as the roosters crowed . . . or that time-warp evening in San Francisco when the old streetcars rounded the corner and a street musician played on . . . or that dark night in the town of Ladora, when the glow of an old garage's neon sign spilled down onto US 6.
It's a feeling that never lasts long, though I want it to. Reality intrudes. Promises to keep. Miles to drive before I sleep.
How many more of these holy moments will I experience in this life? For years they were lost to work, stress and worry. But now, out of that tunnel, I've found my photographer's eyes and dusted off the camera bag. There is hope. I need only look . . . and I'm remembering how. That slow careful gaze . . . for the rest of my days.
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