In the Eyes of the Beholder
This morning I am sitting in our sunroom as the sun rises and I wish my eyes were cameras so I could share what I see.
At our house, as with many other places, perhaps even at your own home, the sun is coming up in the East. It has to come up between some low hills, lighting them with warm color. As the light expands, the red and orange fades and spreads into neutrality no longer tinted but brighter.
With the brighter lightness, I can see all directions, each with its own beauty. To the North is a rocky ridge called Greyrock, half a mile beyond our red and white barn. The ridge is not merely gray, however; it is interspersed with pink rock and green vegetation. Beyond the ridge is a rock formation appropriately named Steamboat Rock.
To the South are blue mountains. They look like someone cut construction paper…
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