Reflecting on a memory
The view was breath taking.
There was no noise.
All that could be heard were the sounds of Nature.
A few birds nearby.
Water from a creek below.
The slight rustle of the earth as tiny creatures scurried about.
I remember that day alone, in the woods so long ago it seems.
Nearly 7 years ago now.
It was a relaxing drive.
A productive day of photography.
I relish in the memories made from those pictures.
Tuolumne River it was called.
A peaceful afternoon with just myself and nature all around.
One of these days I'll get those photos to share.
For now, I'm just relfecting.
Waiting for a change in scenery.
There was no noise.
All that could be heard were the sounds of Nature.
A few birds nearby.
Water from a creek below.
The slight rustle of the earth as tiny creatures scurried about.
I remember that day alone, in the woods so long ago it seems.
Nearly 7 years ago now.
It was a relaxing drive.
A productive day of photography.
I relish in the memories made from those pictures.
Tuolumne River it was called.
A peaceful afternoon with just myself and nature all around.
One of these days I'll get those photos to share.
For now, I'm just relfecting.
Waiting for a change in scenery.
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