This photo made me exceptionally happy.
July 2013
We were driving home from New Mexico, and I was overwhelmed by the landscape. I think it has something to do with being removed from the wide-open horizon and big skies. I was taken with the never-ending big-ness of it all as a young girl, but even more as an adult, since I don't see it on a daily basis. It has a profound effect on me. It puts everything in perspective, in a hurry. I think there's nowhere to hide: thoughts, things, anxieties, weaknesses. It's all just laid bare. I think it takes a lot of courage to live like this.
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Life will throw you a curve ANYWHERE ANYTIME ;), and it doesn't take courage to live "like this" but to LIVE WELL and be prepared for every fortune.
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I agree. But still, I think that the landscape affects people. I can't quite articulate how, but I think it does.
EXCELLENT example of how landscape affects people.
Look how isolated they are!
That one was taken at the Christian Science plaza.
It's a very cold style and I just saw those two isolated on their cell phones.
Myself, it seemed much more impersonal than your New Mexico landscape.
...and it's due to the landscape?
p.s. might i interest you in this? :)
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
- Maya Angelou