I was wandering up the Brown’s mountain trail immersed in some obsessive thinking stimulated by work. Hands in pockets, looking down, vaguely recognizing anything, I saw this small patch of unevenly lit leaf and dirt, and snapped a shot.
My introversion is really more like an empty room where someone has left the television on, and it’s running a commercial for an anti-depressant. The thinking turned out to be pointless, as, by the time I got to work the next day, all the elements I had reflected on had been “shaked, rattled, and rolled” into a different configuration.
6 comments:
I like this photo a lot Ed. Nice lighting, and also the written word accompanying it. Thanks. Dave
David
Thanks Dave. It was one of those times when you just staring at the ground and notice something.
Sorry to read about the passing of your friend Dent Peever. I had read your original post. That kind of relationship; a mentor behind the counter, seems to be a thing of the past.
Thanks so much Ed. I appreciate that. Dave
Rather excellent idea
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