This is from a trip tim and I did down through the blue ridge mountains two years ago. I came across this photo and I remembered that evening ~ a swathe cut through a hilly field, the sun setting next to our campground, and monarchs on the queen anne's lace. The dogs tired and we in need of cooling campground showers.
We later built a campfire in the dew and caught a glimpse of the three dogs that had been abandonded at the campground ~ the campground owner was trying to lure them with food but they were skittish. I hoped so badly to befriend one and bring it home with us, but they were so shy and ran into the darkness. I still think about them sometimes.
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6 comments:
beautiful <3
I love everything about this picture~the colors, the light and dark contrast, the twinkle of the moon....
your posts and photos always stir such a longing...
love the moon..
Such a romantic photo, bringing to mind someone in a kilt roaming over the hills of the Scottish Highlands.
I would be the same about the dogs...you needed more time to gain a trust that had been badly abused.
Ooops! I didn't realise my husband was signed in. Sorry Brooke ~ that comment was from me! :~)
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