The Severn on Fire
I’ll admit. These words are just an excuse to display this photo of the sun setting over the Severn. I spent a few days beside this river recently and am thinking how my life would be different if I had such regular contact with natural beauty.
Would I become ho-hum about it? Would they cease to amaze me, these fiery skies, this merging of river and cloud?
Or would I routinely fill my camera as I did night before last, snapping shot after shot after shot — and finding, after I reviewed them, that many of them were exactly the same?
Grandeur is like that. It turns our heads.
2 thoughts on “The Severn on Fire”
Living for years in Montana's Bitterroot Valley, I discovered there were cycles of living with natural beauty out your back door. If I was overly stressed, I'd forget to lift my eyes to notice the amazing scenery. Then it seemed a light would go on & I would take in afresh all the grandeur of the mountains and the vast sky, & exclaim to my self, "No wonder this is a vacation destination!"
That's near Missoula, right? My husband and daughter were just out there visiting family. It is gorgeous. The big sky. To live in the midst of such scenery must expand the heart and soul…