Cany143 wrote:
...late yesterday afternoon. And with the winds that accompanied the clouds, the smoke that's hung like a shroud were, for a while, displaced. The sky is why I reside where I've chosen to reside; the ways it interacts with the land, the ways it stages Greek tragedies one moment, then moments later take on different roles altogether, and morph into visual poems that rhyme the rhymes of Odes To Other Times. You could say I like it, but you'd be short by a thousand percent.
A simple climbing stroll off and away from the park road. Evening in Arches National Park.
...late yesterday afternoon. And with the winds t... (
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