The roads in Sikkim are not always smooth, not always straight, and not always easy. But they are, without question, stunningly beautiful.
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The roads in Sikkim are not always smooth, not always straight, and not always easy. But they are, without question, stunningly beautiful.
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“I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying.”
-Charles C. Finn
I was sitting in early morning traffic when, without thinking, I randomly took an exit that I’ve rarely taken before…and before i knew it, I was hopping over rocks and stepping around seagull poop – in heels and a business suit. It was too early for the tourists so I had the beach all to myself! Nice way to start the day…but tomorrow I think I’ll sleep in.
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”
-Claude Monet
“Sometimes it is necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.” -Edward Albee
Random shot on my commute home after a long day at work. The bridge piers remind me of a row of boats lined up in rush hour traffic.
“The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.”
– Henry David Thoreau
Meh…some drops on some grass in the garden on a wet, rainy day…no blossoms…just green sticks…bending from the wight of the wind and dew drops.
A touch of color and a drop of water…from summer to winter to fall…a straight line is rarely the road that most interests me.
Sometimes mediation, sometimes a nap and sometimes just a day dream…that’s my daily commute… not a bad way to do it if i have to endure the grind.
A little pocket of peace hidden in a corner of a tough neighborhood.
Seems odd that only a few days after the spring equinox, the daffodils are already dying…but then again, i know so little about such things. This shot is from a late afternoon drive, when the clouds parted for a few short hours in between the rains.
A lovely afternoon with a favorite friend who lives on one of my favorite streets in one of my favorite cities. It was raining buckets, but even the darkest blossoms seemed to find some fun.
When the clouds parted for a few hours this afternoon, the hills were amazingly green but this little patch of orange caught my eye. Happy Spring Equinox!
The coast along this stretch of highway is incredibly beautiful. Even when the fog rolls in, it’s perfect for a quiet, brooding walk along a cold and windy beach.
“Flowers…are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.” -Lydia M. Child
A cold, rainy day…perfect for stomping around in the mud under cover of a canopy of trees.