The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day… we become seekers. — Peter Matthiessen
The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day… we become seekers.
Pico Blanco from the top of Green Ridge, dusk on Thursday
… and when the burn is over and the rains come and wash out our roads, and the wild flowers bloom in orgeastic splendor, in celebration of lifes relentless renewal, the cycle will begin again…
more pictures below.
Powerful. Thanks for posting this…..
Impressive and beautiful.
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