Where does the beauty come from?

sunriseMorning treat on the walk to work.

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Mid-morning darkness. A storm she’s a-brewin.

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Crazy weather seems to draw people out of their homes and into the elements.  Wendy and I enjoyed a blustery walk at the airpark.  An hour later the sky was a solid sheet of dismal grey and rain was pouring down.  Timing is everything.

Rock n roll.

Near Horne lake there’s this cliff.  Where stones break off and roll (fall) down to the great below.  Really BIG stones.  This one is impressive.

Snowing maple leaves.

I love autumn.  No bugs.  It’s harder to break sweat.  The grass has stopped growing.  The crowds have disappeared.  I could go on.

Horne lake campsite is very nicely laid out.  Besides being closed, it was too wet to camp (Nov. 3).  Next year we’ll have to come here and check out the caves.

Hurry before it’s gone.

I went shopping for some vittles and looked up.  That in itself is unusual.  However, the sky seemed a bit pink, muted, pastelish and rather pleasant.  When I came out, holy mackerel Batman.  There’s fire in the sky.  Knowing the time for enjoying this was short, I rushed to the alleged truck (it’s old with undetermined usability left – but that’s another post) and grabbed the camera.  Blackberry, actually, but no bells and whistles.  I hate bells and such.  A couple of clicks and here’s the evidence.

Transient, maybe, but who says value and beauty must be graspable and bankable?