Occasionally, the beauty of a single moment takes your breath away.
It only happens when you are least expecting it – as the light fades and dusk slowly seeps into the waking world, or a cloud momentarily dissolves before your eyes – as if gauze were being pulled apart, revealing a jagged, crumbling rock formation.
We collect these moments quietly. They remain unmediated, unshared – they manifest and disappear before we think of dissemination or documentation, before a tool comes between us and experience. They are ephemeral and ethereal; they are the true fabric of our lives.
thoughtful sentiments. thanks for sharing and hope you are enjoying the AT..
Such a beautiful photo.