Tom and Carolyn Cannon wander this way when they take their desert vacation. For some reason, while they are here and Tom’s camera is at the ready, our skies do not cooperate. We get puny sunsets. This weekend, we had our normal pre-Christmas skies (Merry Christmas doing her baking, my mom always claimed). So, the photos are for Tom.
October 20, 2012
October 21, 2012
The skies are a gift that (almost) make up for the pettiness, rudeness, anger, and personal attacks that have surrounded this election. So many “slams” at the opponent so little extolling the benefits of electing one’s own candidate. I think we might be broken and I fear all the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men will not put us together again. We are so fortunate to live in this country — even with its imperfections. If we all focused on what is good about our system, and we all committed to making it even better . . . I keep hoping we could work together to accomplish something splendid.
Thanks Penni… I’m feeling the call of the desert earlier than ever this year.
Amen to your comments! And amen to our glorious skies.
How true… it’s hard to accomplish anything with so much hate. I don’t remember the last election being this way. All this negativity and disrespect being demonstrated at every opportunity is exhausting and not helpful for anyone.
What beautiful, beautiful sunsets… always a reminder of the greater things that exist in this place.