beautiful sky
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Meyers OTW-160
“The lure of flying is the lure of beauty. The dramas of the clouds, the glory of the stars, the charm of landscapes and the wonders of the waters and skies have, to me, an irresistible appeal” Ameila Earhart, Quoted… Continue reading
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Beautiful Old Church
“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” — C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity — Built in 1870, the First Presbyterian… Continue reading
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Hot Summer Sunset
“Sunset is the only therapy I need. There is something magical about it, it makes you feel things. And with every new sunset that feeling is always different. And the beutiful thing is that no matter what you feel, as… Continue reading
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Lonely Bridge
“You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry The Canal Greenway covered bridge stands alone, embracing an air of sadness as the sun descends over Hebron, Ohio. As evening shadows claim their hour, only… Continue reading
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Great Circle Earthworks
Closing my eyes, I listen… hoping to hear echoes of the past. Yet after my climb, only my breath joins the chorus of wind in its journey through the trees, now clinging to the sides of ancient earthworks in Newark,… Continue reading
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Lovers at Sunset
“Listen to the sunset; see its pretty hue. When you see it, think of me, and I’ll think of you.” Oksana Rus Continue reading
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Point Betsie Lighthouse
Embracing the Lake Michigan shoreline, a shining gem emersed in blue, welcoming waves near her base. Completed in 1858, Point Betsie Lighthouse still serves as a navigation aid in Frankfort, Michigan. The French referred to this area as Pointe Aux… Continue reading
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Beautiful June Sky
How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June! Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949) Closer to sunset than afternoon, but still a beautiful June sky. Continue reading
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Breaking Free
“Always there was a moment—a quick slip of time—when the sun broke free of the trees and bled from its yolk, spilling in red-orange rivers over the silk.” Terry Kay Continue reading











