A little monotony would be nice now and then, wouldn’t it?
Every dream, not matter how large nor seemingly unshakeable, needs TLC. For without it, your dream will crumble.
Not every cloud has a silver lining. Some are lined with gold.
They’ve been gone so long, even the ‘welcome’ left.
Epic sunrise. Parhelia greeted us this morning after the storm.
Sundogs are visible when the sun is near the horizon and on the same horizontal plane as the observer and the ice crystals. As sunlight passes through the ice crystals, it is bent by 22 degrees before reaching our eyes, much like what happens with 22 degree halos. This bending of light results in the formation of a sundog.
In the sand hills of Nebraska.
Don Quixote would have been petrified.
Don’t be fooled! The past wasn’t all that bright, but the future is.
The trouble with tribbles is, they grow up into tumble weeds.
Half the fun, is seeing where you’ve been.
Something wonderful is in the offing.
;-) to those who get the reference.
Out standing in his field, ready to brave any storm.