stunning mountain range. This year is not last. Somehow they sprout
from nothing as if unawares that all too familiar and ever present
force of nature that keeps us grounded. From their jagged and
foreboding rawness echoes a luring song, sung by alpine sirens, that
resonates still. I want to go back.
1 comment:
Ross,
How far have you made it in the past week? We're having a hot hot heat wave here in the Willamette Valley, so it is probably just as nice anywhere else. I'm looking forward to free ice cream at our concert at the Mt. Angel Gazeebo tonight.
Later,
John
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