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can’t sink me in sorrow
I’ve lived almost my whole life on the plains, within view of long horizons. Without them, I feel constrained.
Which I guess is why I took advantage of a piece of a horizon and stretched it out into a four-shot panorama. I felt better, too, when I was done and the photo was a little more horizon-y than the camera realized.
Gilbert’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
also sort of a shrine
Yesterday’s photo was from a shrine, and so is this one, though it presents in a different fashion than a church-on-a-hill does.
These rocks – made up of fossil-rich Niobrara chalk – rise from the Kansas plains in a way that seems unreal, yet also inevitable. No one goes there unless they mean to: it’s a long-ish drive on unpaved roads (which are unpassable if it’s rained), but of course that’s part my attraction to going there.
But, as luck with stuff like this goes, a van-load of noisy people drove up, parked exactly between me and my camera, and blocked* my view. Ack. So rude. I was about done anyway but still: a little awareness of surroundings and a dab of respect means something.
Monument Rocks Natural Landmark
Oakley, Kansas
photographed 9.5.24
*Another word to use would be “ruined.”
things to fear and to forgive
A four-shot panorama, from last year’s Nova Scotian adventure.
Today’s the first day of eight where I’m using a line from a Bruce Cockburn song as the post’s title. Why? Because he’s terrific, and because it seeemed like the thing to do. And because I wanted to see if I could do it.
You can hear “Don’t Forget About Delight”, the song these words are from here.
The Lookoff
Kings County, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
One Day | One Image 