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Pent up Explosion Sunset
It’s cloudy dreary all day, I thought we wouldn’t have sunset, then this happened, a pent up explosion of passion in colors.
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Summer Lotus Dream
These pictures draw out the best summer in my memory: getting lost in the endless lotus flower lake, that rich green, just by looking at it, will cool you off from the heat. Cicada’s rhythmic sound is like a lullaby for a slow afternoon nap. In the dream, you become that black swan, curling up…
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Deer at Dusk
A deer sitting in the quiet valley, his stately antlers carrying the last piece of dusk. There’s something about him, almost blends into the surroundings, the way he sits, as if he’s divine sent, only allowed to be seen when we are ready.
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Eagle Mountain
Friday night, we took a spontaneous drive to one of our favorite roads: Eagle Mountain. We named it many years ago because there were so many eagles soaring over the mountain. It’s a drive on the mountain where you can have a bird’s eye view of the city and the best spot to see the…
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Show Goes On
It’s been cloudy all day, until dusk, the sun finally break through, the dark band of clouds became curtain to reflect the dramatic colors of after glow. So dramatic, like something big is about to happen at the end of sky. I feel ecstatic for no reason, or maybe because the things I love doing…
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Summer Sky & Valley
Trees are holding up the Summer sky, we are sheltered in like a low roof room; the valley is noisy at night, crickets are singing, the rhythm of the sound as if cooling off the air.
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Camel
“The mountains don’t forget the names we give them, they hold our footprints deep in clay and stone. A man can earn his bread in any county, but he can’t teach his heart to call it home.”- lyrics from “Mile Marker Nine” How many times I’m awed by the mountains, by its echoing of my…
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Sunflower Field
I never knew a sunflower field could be this romantic. Under the setting sun, the illuminated sunflowers glowing like dancers posing on stage; Kind of like a girl’s face, flushed, tilting down. Maybe it’s stories written by heart, recorded in the earth. Imagine under the moonlit sky, they will have a talk about it in…
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Mountain Has It’s Own Thermostat
In the heat wave, we entered the mountains, thinking maybe we made a mistake to pick such a hot day. But the deeper we go, the cooler it gets. As if it the mountain controls it’s own thermostat, isolated from outside world, I wonder if the sun ever penetrates through. In the deep cool air,…
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Dusk is a Poem
If dawn has secrets to tell, dusk has a poem to share. Listen! There’s a voice without words, listen… Trees rhyme with the light pole, clouds humming by the side.