Silver Linings

Saranac Lake, Sunset, Adirondacks, NY. When my soul is deeply troubled and I'm feeling lost, there are places I go to escape what's within. These mountains are a refuge where I walk it off. Walk off my anger at myself, walk off loneliness, the loss of lives, of friends, of love. I walk and build walls. I walk through the pain of walking, but there is pain I can't walk off. So I carry that, and try to find places to dump it, at least for a little while. Here was such a place, caught while wandering a sandy shore after setting up camp. I walked, and watched the sun drop behind a cloud to create that silver lining, and turn the sky the color of a forest fire, and bathe the shallows in it's glow. I worked the sunset with my camera, concentrating on that, watching the hues change subtely. But still, I think too much, I always have. Maybe I imagined my name spoken in a soft voice, carried across that landscape. How ironic that you can work so hard to protect and harden it, just so a moment can open a stupid heart.

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Saranac Lake, Sunset, Adirondacks, NY. When my soul is deeply troubled and I'm feeling lost, there are places I go to escape what's within. These mountains are a refuge where I walk it off. Walk off my anger at myself, walk off loneliness, the loss of lives, of friends, of love. I walk and build walls. I walk through the pain of walking, but there is pain I can't walk off. So I carry that, and try to find places to dump it, at least for a little while. Here was such a place, caught while wandering a sandy shore after setting up camp. I walked, and watched the sun drop behind a cloud to create that silver lining, and turn the sky the color of a forest fire, and bathe the shallows in it's glow. I worked the sunset with my camera, concentrating on that, watching the hues change subtely. But still, I think too much, I always have. Maybe I imagined my name spoken in a soft voice, carried across that landscape. How ironic that you can work so hard to protect and harden it, just so a moment can open a stupid heart.