i'm not happy with this photograph, but it will have to do. it suits today perfectly, with the morning fog, the overcast skies, the very cool temperature. after i fussed and fretted with the lighting to bring out the farther mountain range, my hair looks like it has streaks of grey (not) and the sweater, massive flecks of lint (also not). but, this is my world - the incredible view, the trees, the wide and open sky. and if i could infuse this photograph with sounds, you would hear the lilting music of many different birdsongs, the rushing of a mountain stream below, the breeze in the trees. and nothing more - no traffic infiltration, no clatter of noisy neighbors, no radio or tv. simply, country quiet, and me padding around on the deck and inside my house making tea. this is my world, and this is my life, when i am not off on a plane flying hither and yon, meeting up with you and you and you, them and them and them, having my time away from here, so that i can come back to this again.
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