Monday, March 2, 2009
sky colors
I was driving 2 days ago and looked over to my right and saw the sun rise over the mountains. The sky was partly cloudy and the mountains still had snow at the tips which reflected the morning kaleidoscope of color. I thought to myself how I should have taken a camera just in case of emergencies like that one. Not that I am much of a photographer, but it gets old going to sleep at night knowing you missed something or forgot to realize a moment in time. It is ok to have the memory; that seems to mean the most. But every now and again there are those moments that need to be captured in some way. They need to be shown or read about. Too often these days we see and hear about things that dull our senses and water down our desires. It is the simple things that we forget about. It is the natural things that get lost in the grind of our social design. We can never forget to use our senses and emotions to bring about the kind of feelings and changes that makes us glad to be a part of this life. LLc 98.2
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