My wife and I are fortunate to have the view to the west that we do. Farm fields flow down and away from our home until they meet a steep hill that juts into the western horizon. A windmill that supplies water for our Amish neighbors serves as the centerpiece for the view.
We have lived here for 37 years, and each evening brings a new look west. I recently found this golden glowing backlit cloud hovering beyond the windmill.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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After 37 years most people would not usually look at their surroundings. That you are still doing that, and capturing it in the above photo is simply amazing.
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After 37 years most people would not usually look at their surroundings. That you are still doing that, and capturing it in the above photo is simply amazing.
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Thank you so much.
Bruce
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Please keep sharing your gifts of seeing the extra in the ordinary and teaching us to really “see”.
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Thank you, Trudy. I most certainly will.
Bruce
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