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| The stone bridge at Minnehaha Falls...Funny how so many beautiful scenes look like a Bob Ross painting in a photograph but are so soul-satisfyingly beautiful in person. (p.s. I feel compelled to clarify that I actually do like Bob Ross -- I would sometimes watch his tv show with my grandmother when I was in high school...but many pretty landscapes look trite to me when captured on canvas or paper...that is all.) |
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| Oh how I love twist-y trees...and the multitude of colors and textures and lines God draws with wood. |
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| And isn't it interesting how God can make decay so lovely and interesting...maybe because I have been aware of aging lately, but I have been seeing how some faces are so much more compelling as they age...there is more story there. |
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how is it that you can be so poetic so very often?
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