I may hate these strange looking things. But I do love having cellular communication available 24/7. When I moved here (2007) I couldn't get service for my phone in my bedroom. The mountains were not friendly for cell service. Now when my son calls while driving between his home and Durango, there's a known "dead spot." We just wait till he passes through that area. His newer car than mine has built-in wi-fi. I just have a speaker button on my phone.
They have 1595 memorial records there (according to "Find a Grave"). But I don't know if all those people are buried on this hill. And I don't know how old the church is...trying to see if there's a quick answer to that. Not really.
The back cover of my recently purchased book "Traversal" by Maria Popova, editor of "The Marginalian" newsletter. I'm so very interested in seeing what and how she weaves thoughts from diverse literature into this tome of 570+ pages. I like especially that there will be some mentions of my recently revived interest in plate tectonics, i.e. continental drift theory. Here's a page of the bibliography. It will take a while before I get to the pages that are indexed which mention this synchronicity.
When I was about to get back in the car across from my local bookstore, I noticed these...and had to pause to capture their beauty.
I've noticed by the photos that we get this garish pinkish red. They just don't look right to me.
I took this photo several weeks earlier near my home. Same problem. Having had my cataracts removed several years ago, I'm really aware of colors. In real life they may have the same hue, but the leave are just as bright, so the roses don't look so artificial as they seem to do here.
Choosing to have joy is not naively thinking everything will be easy. It is courageously believing that there is still hope, even when things get hard. |
MORGAN HARPER NICHOLS |
I often find red to be a tough colour in digital photography. I have not seen a tower like that.
ReplyDeleteI saw one in the middle of Tampa, where it stood out like a sore thumb...a fake tree at impossible height within a very flat landscape of 2 storied buildings - no natural trees attained even 1/4 of it's height. This one is pretty well disguised along with mountain slopes behind it. Red might be somewhat ignored because of political connotations, perhaps!
DeleteI sometimes feel like my iPhone camera eats the reds. Flowers and sunsets.
ReplyDeleteI've never quite understood how one chooses to have joy. For me, it seems like I experience joy and it comes about when it comes about. I surely do love it when it does.
That's something to think about. I guess I do have intentions to have joyfulness...like choosing chocolate over vanilla ice cream, joy over being depressed. But feelings sort of are sneaky little devils.
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