"The human race is intoxicated with narrow victories, for life is a string of them like pearls that hit the floor when the rope breaks, and roll away in perfection and anarchy."
- Mark Helprin
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Ah, dreamy photos. Thanks for posting. People could learn a lesson from the leaves....
Very great stuff!
Thanks to both of your for visiting!
As one image merged into the next, I found myself transported into a time of golden oasis, of coppery greens, of steely slate blues. Until I arrived at the fifth image. Then my breath caught deep inside my chest and the journey was stilled. I was in awe and in splendor. In the final image, I fell to the earth, kissed its landscape and prayed that I might just hold these glorious visions before my eyes, when at last I draw my final breath - when at last, I'm finally on my way home."I won't miss you" I'll say, with the very last of me. Because you never leave me. And never will.;)
Nor will you leave me. Ever. I clutch your words to me like a life saver then push off into universe knowing they will keep me afloat and ultimately they will save me. ;)