Friday, October 26, 2007

the view at the end of my street.
if beauty only visits to brush on our memory,
let us stop long enough to let the brush touch our hearts.
nature washes our spirit clean,
love cleanses it.

8 comments:

Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

What a beautiful sentiment, Dana. I will let that brush touch my heart today. Gorgeous photo and view from the end of your street! xx, deb

kenju said...

You certainly do have a gorgeous view. No water around here, except for the blessed rain we have had for 3 days (after a drought of epic proportions.)

Dustin said...

What an amazing view! If only I had that from my window...instead we overlook a local golf course--ugh!

Neo said...

Awareness - Was that a painting or a real picture?

Peace,

- Neo

Awareness said...

Hi Deb. I was inspired by a quote I read on Harbour's site, and added to the sentiment.

Judy....We have been living in our home for 11 years now and I never grow tired of the view of the river. I can actually see it from my living room too.

Dustin......it is amazing....and it changes everyday it seems.

Neo. It's a real photo. I cropped it a little, but the colours werent touched. I took it when the sun was beginning to set. The lower trees caught the light. The scenery at this time of year sometimes seems so unreal......or phony looking because the colours can be extreme.

Neo said...

Awareness - Wow, that is good. I would have sworn it was a painting. Something like that would look great framed on the wall.

Open Grove Claudia said...

Gosh that's lovely! We don't really get the reds - just yellow from the aspen trees.

BreadBox said...

It seems that the colours are changing late this year up there too, eh? Surely one of the loveliest times of the year in NB....

N.