Enjoying the ever changing sight. I still cannot believe how that little piece of land I see every day is so amazingly beautiful.
Reflecting on some late events.
It's what we do that counts. It's what we do which makes us what we are.
Saw "The Last of the Mohicans". Men fighting over and over. Violence, betrayal, greed, hatred, jealousy, envy, revenge. In stunning contrast with the sheer beauty of the landscapes.
Some Hope.
Does anything ever change? Isn't it always the same story?
Listening to the soundtrack of the movie.
Yesterday, a beautiful bright yellow and black bird died in the yard.
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