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.
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