Playing around with foregrounds led to pics like this. Because i was sitting, relaxing, this effort/angle came naturally. 
Playing around. Changing what i see. We rarely look at things from ground-level. 
Basking in the sun, in the stillness, in the solitude, in the quiet, on the ground. 
Later, below the large bowl, thick vegetation. Autumn arrives early up high. 
Erosion, since the dawn of time. 
Grains of sand in the big picture. 
Stromatolites thrived in shallow oceans. 
Understatement of Summer 2020? 
Written from father to son, in case the dad left earth early. 
Mountains are Mother Nature’s sundial. The mountain shadow is large and high. 
Maybe i’ll see you one last time Pollock. How does tomorrow, October 3 sound? Flying home October 4.
Moving fast covers ground, yet offers little time to see exquisite nuance. When you change what you see, what you see changes.
dad
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