The desert always holds the unexpected.
A coal, oil, lumber train lumbering through sage and creosote.
Great blue herons wading through a still Rio Grande channel surrounded by autumn cattails and reflected in rain-muddied water.
A fall watercolor of saltgrass to sage, sage to willow, willow to cottonwood, the details of texture and color fuzzy, delicately bleeding onto the page.
Subtlety is an art form.
Beautiful words, beautiful images …
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I agree with Denny.
All that burst into my head was to blurt, “Ahhhhhh, just lookit all that!!!”
Small miracles. Life is made up of this. I need to remember that on a more regular basis. xoxo
Tamara, I love your posts. They remind me to slowdown and take in the moment.
Thank you! I am making an effort to see more magic in the everyday. It is too easy to get caught in the swirl and rush of life. xoxo