Did you see that beautiful tiny slice of moon last night just at sunset? There was still a bit of pink smear left from the sunset. The rest of the sky was dark, and the moon stood just at the edge of the darkness. It was so beautiful. I thought about my camera, but decided that the memory was probably better than any picture I could make.
Once in Montana (Big Sky Country) we saw an astoundingly beautiful sunset and Hugo took several pictures of it, but like a shot of the Grand Canyon, a photo can't capture the magnificence. What remains is not a memory of the sunset, but a memory of my feelings about the sunset. Which is better.
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These postings will center around things that I encounter that are interesting, beautiful, and sometimes the spiritual connection between all these things. This blog is for myself, perhaps more than for you, the reader. It is to remind myself of the passage of time and reflect on the beauty and meaning of the days.
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About Me
- Crystal
- I have spent my whole life gardening in the heart of the deep, hot, humid south. Somewhere in the distant past, I received 2 degrees from the local land grant college and my ears are still atuned to matters of science.My children are grown and gone from home, but my days are just as full as when they were young. Only the responsibilities change.
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