If I were to stop and take a picture of every waterfall I have seen, I would have filled up my computer’s hard drive long ago. Though, sometimes I am unable to restrain myself; there is something about water and its movement that I am fascinated with. Here are a few of my observations:
Ok, Still figuring all this out a bit. What happened to the good old days of sitting next to a small log fire, and penning out a letter by hand while sipping on some old Scotch. I need a time machine.
I must have spend hours wandering around in aspen groves, following some game trail as it wound its way through the trees, higher and higher up the mountains. The days were filled with a light breeze, the trees making that gentle rustle sound and leaves would be falling in front of me, softly floating to the ground. The light inside was an intense yellow, bright, and warm, shining like the stained glass windows in an old cathedral. The shade cooling from the harsh, high mountain sun. On Saturday, it was fully 2:00 in the afternoon before I remembered that I had yet to eat that day, too busy in awe of what I was seeing to worry about hunger.
Looks like I’m now a ‘blogger.’ After some minor thinking, this seems to be the best way to keep up with all back home, while I’m a bit away from home for a while. Still got a week to go and am kinda bored with this semi-homeless state upon which I have entered upon.
For those of you who don’t check the SBdays anymore, here are a few pics from my Sierra trip, Oct 4-9:
