Sometimes she thinks about running away. Then she remembers summer sunrises seen from the top of the gorge, and she stays right where she is. Where on this good green earth could she go and have such coinage to tuck in the pockets of her old photographer's vest?It is October, and she is far from her lofty granite perch, but she is there in her thoughts. She sits with her legs dangling over the edge and watches the clouds drift by - sometimes she feels like a cloud herself.
7 comments:
A stunning picture, like a painting. Beautiful.
such beauty.
Lovely.
Breathtaking! It's a blessing to travel to beloved places in your thoughts. Godspeed!
I have the same thoughts. Running away - where would I go. I ran back to my much loved woods.
The picture is beyond words.
You never disappoint.
You make me realize more and more - I have no talent. Just kidding.
Guess I am a mom, grandma, tend a garden and now learning to take images.
Guess I am a mom, grandma, tend a garden and now learning to take images.
You have many talents and practice makes perfect :)
Can I come too?
Both photos are so lovely.
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