![]() 07/17/2015 at 13:18 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
As here and there the great river flows,
The furious thunderstorm comes and goes,
And the earth moves and shakes beneath our toes...
And yet... somehow...
Still the wind blows...
Still the world turns...
Still the stars shine...
...And all that to which our fury we lend,
Slowly disappears around the bend,
Leaving us in harmony to mend,
The storms that once were full of rage,
Are now but distant memories on a faded page...
Quaint and insignificant...
...As here and there the great river flows,
The furious thunderstorm comes and goes,
And the earth moves and shakes beneath our toes...
![]() 07/17/2015 at 13:43 |
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Soooooo tempted to quote Smashing Pumpkins back at you.
![]() 07/17/2015 at 13:45 |
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You are a stronger man than I. I totally would have done it in a heartbeat.
![]() 07/17/2015 at 13:58 |
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Proposed title for inevitable poopstorm in ensuing months:
_/*~{SIGH}~*\_
![]() 07/17/2015 at 14:00 |
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I don’t know if I’ve ever felt smaller in my life than camping in Yosemite during a thunderstorm, and hearing thunder echo back and forth down the valley for 10 or 15 seconds after each strike.
![]() 07/17/2015 at 14:07 |
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Props for recognizing the location in the photo. It’s not my photo, but I’ve been there many a time. While I don’t have a whole lot of appreciation for roughing it anymore, I’ll never forget that very feeling you describe - small and insignificant, but strangely at peace with that.
![]() 07/17/2015 at 14:13 |
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I’m a resident Californian; from the time when I was 2 to 15 I went there every year with my parents around my birthday. Made a few trips back over the last year as well. Its just a magically humbling place to be.
![]() 07/18/2015 at 06:43 |
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great pic!