August 16th, 2008
As I was preparing to leave Arkansas, on what was a sad and hastened trip, I was able to catch this calm moment of beauty stretching out on the horizon. For whatever reason, there seams to be some kind of balance here, as the ground rises up, the the threes meet the sky, there is only a slight moment where the trees are separated from the radiant fingers of the sun, for one last chance of photosynthesis for the daylight hours.
As I was preparing to leave Arkansas, on what was a sad and hastened trip, I was able to catch this calm moment of beauty stretching out on the horizon. For whatever reason, there seams to be some kind of balance here, as the ground rises up, the the threes meet the sky, there is only a slight moment where the trees are separated from the radiant fingers of the sun, for one last chance of photosynthesis for the daylight hours.
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