But love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.
I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
What we witnessed that day, words alone cannot describe. Surreal would be close though. Ominous and hellish would be two more.
There are about seven different routes in which to summit Mount Wilson. We took the route that begins in Bailey Canyon, and ascends first to Jones Peak, then to Hastings Peak, and then a final push to reach the Mount Wilson Toll Road.