The shape of a landscape is an ancient and silent form of consciousness. Mountains are huge contemplatives. Rivers and streams offer voice; they are the tears of the earth’s joy and despair. The earth is full of soul.
John O’Donohue
Contemplatives
My online journal where I share my interests in photography, nature, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, coffee life, spirituality and the mystery of it all.
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Earl
I hope you had a good day yesterday and today as well, Monte. Seems like most of yesterday was spent either eating or waiting to eat. I wonder if first Thanksgiving attendees felt the same way: perhaps they were just hoping there was going to be something to eat. 😉 Interesting photo above. Was the yellow tint and fogginess from wildfire smoke or did it just happen to be that way?
Monte Stevens
Yes I did have a good day. I took some morning photos of the predawn sky then headed for a coffee shop. I came home and made it a day of solitude. I ate some of that leftover chili soup, did a lot of reading, and some journaling. I had a couple of invitations to go over indulge, but I turned them down. I will meet a friend of over 20 years later this afternoon for lunch. I have also wondered how the early settlers and the indigenous tribes managed it?
Monte Stevens
I realized I failed to answer your question. Yes, the photo was taken during a fire season and they were burning in the area. However, I did warm the image up in Lightroom just a skosh: plus 5.