reddirtlattes/ August 3, 2011/ Uncategorized/ 10 comments
Moving from postcard to postcard. Mouth pried wide, inhaling air untouched by hands. I’m a long way from the heatwave of NY, where my lungs hung heavy in thickness. Water runs clear here. No beat, or pulse. But that of life itself.
This place seems to be beautiful. Your pictures are nice.
Enjoy Mother Nature..
Jack, it’s stunning! And yes, I am enjoying. Although it’s a little hard to go from NYC to full stop.
I’m told there’s a sound machine that has “NYC” as a white noise option. Not just “city” but NYC. Perhaps you can google around, find the vendor and have it over-nighted? Or, perhaps not.
That looks like Wyoming or Montana… wherever it is, it’s “ah-sum”. Enjoy Sabrina!
Natalie, you’re close. We are in Northern British Columbia, Canada.
oops. clicked publish too soon! what a change you’ve made, i’ve enjoyed looking at your photos, i can almost smell the fresh air.
Stunning. I can “smell” the crisp clear air from your photos.
are you in full stop yet? i hope so. the stars and the crickets will like to join you there.
KJ, just reached full stop. And now it’s time to leave. But on to next adventure…