Our town is surrounded by mountains. They look like gentle hills in some places (unless you try to climb them) and they appear to be craggy mountains in another direction.
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| The sun on rocky mountain crags |
So many times, my run is interrupted by the need to halt and take a picture. I wonder if other people think I'm a tourist. Maybe I still am.
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| Low-lying clouds |
I went for a walk with Grace one afternoon and she asked the clouds if they were tired, resting on the mountains so.
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| This is a view I often take as I run across a bridge. |
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| The same view on a sunnier day |
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| And here's a snapshot of the bridge where I stop to take the picture. |
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| A sunrise through the mountains |
Every morning, when I leave the house to run or walk, I'm always startled by the beauty. Around every corner might be another beautiful vista that makes me slow to a walk and snap a picture.
I'll be perusing my pictures the next few days as we have rain, including a flood warning for tomorrow morning, but I hope I'll be out running again, searching for landscapes that move me, even if they are mountains.
5 comments:
I love seeing your photos....you are enjoying your surroundings and trying to keep the memories ...are you and Earl on your own now?
John, our daughter Grace and her husband arrived two days before lockdown. Quite the honeymoon for them.
You live in a beautiful part of the world!
Gorgeous photos; thanks for sharing.
Can you believe that you actually live there? A dream come true!
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