I'm kinda pushin' the envelope 'round this camp. Been waitin' on the law types to come tell me I wasn't allowed to "Live" on the earth any more and have to move on. Don't matter that they're wrong.
A man has the right to just walk the earth without somebody makin' a profit off of him...
... buuuuut... they got the power... and there's only grief to be gained by arguing with fools, so you smile and nod... and move along... but for now I work and wait...
It's funny about this place. In the bright daylight it's a pretty spot. It just somehow doesn't lend itself to being captured on "Film" then... It's a nice spot to step away from my labors at the keyboard and walk through the cactus and mesquites for a while to clear my head and fill my lungs with some fresh air... before returning to the work.
But, let the light change and get softer. Let it gain some color and it comes into a pretty special time...
For those few minutes almost every evening... all the worries that tumble in your head all day float away and there's a time of quiet and calm...
The sunrises, when a day is fresh and hope is still new... are an equally fine time... the air is crisp... the road in the distance is still quiet... it's just a good time to balance it all out...
The Trail Wanders On
Brian
1 comment:
Looks pretty nice. Stay free!
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