In my poem Purpose, there are the lines:
The beauty in a sunrise is captured in the change;
the song of every sunset is rampant weeping strange.
Those lines are direct children of these photos.
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- Beautiful morning!
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- Same morning as the previous picture.
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- Same morning as the previous picture, with a bluer sky.
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- Huge vista here.
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- Rough Ridge vista
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- This is what it lit up!
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- Catching a bird in a gentle sunrise.
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- The moon on the opposite horizon from the rising sun.
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- Glorious rays.
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- Visiting my grandparents again. Not a bad place to visit. 🙂
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- Visiting grandparents.
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- Visiting grandparents.
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- Visiting grandparents.
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- Photo by Sierra Askew
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- Incredible to wake up to…
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- A quiet morning watching the day come.
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- Picture from a moving car, maybe not the best quality, but it was stunningly beautiful and majestic.
