Day Twenty-Six. The Sunset for the Trees.

This picture snuck up on me. I was out taking random pictures to see what I could come up with. And while having a blast walking around, enjoying the crisp January air, I turned around to head back to the Xterra when I saw it. The sunset. You know the saying "Can't see the forest for the trees", well as I was seeing the sunset through the trees in my viewfinder I knew it was magnificent. Whether or not my photography skills captures that is debatable. But what is true is that many times in our lives we wouldn't see past those trees for the beautiful sunset. Just a little food for thought.

Day Twenty-Five. Reflection Inspection.

When I heard the devastating news of the county courthouse to be demolished in respect for a new building, my heart sunk. Sure the building was old and beyond repair, however this building held so much history for our town and our county. So often now we make way for "bigger and better", when in fact all we do is create another building to be demolished in some thirty years or so. Why aren't we collecting our heritage and maintaining what was of our generations before us? Newer is not always better. Newer does not hold the secrets and memories of our past. Newer can devastate history.
And as the new courthouse was being built, the old was left to fall apart. Finally, the building was torn down to make way for the parking so desired. It has taken me a while to appreciate the idea of new architecture in the wake of the death of an old building. However, I have realized that at a certain point before the sun sets, and all seems to have quieted down, the sun kisses the building ever so gently. Just enough to manage a slight reflection of Old Glory. Just enough to make me think there might be a history to be had here.

Day Twenty-Four. The Horse's Behind.

Day Twenty-Three. I spy with my little eye....

Something *green*! Winter, are you finished yet?

Day Twenty-Two. Hope.

I'm not even going to try to explain this one, because this picture was for me.

Day Twenty-One. How to Crack the Code.

My pups hate the gate I have between the dining room and the living room. They know if they wait long enough they can finally cross the boundary and into the bedroom for the night. Boy, do those dogs love thier crates.

Day Twenty. My Eye to the Sky.

I saw two really amazing things in the evening sky tonight. One was a jet. Nothing important, you say? I beg to differ. The logistics of flying and actually getting a jet up and in the air is insane. To think of the technology, where we started and where we've came, it's just mind-boggling. Yet, just mere degrees to the south I see something even more breathe taking. The moon. Even in the day the moon still has a sort of presence that even jets, with their tailing vapors, cannot compete with. The awe-inspiring, dream-filling, world-connecting moon.

Day Nineteen. Illumination.

Funny to think that the standard incandescent light bulb has been around for well over one hundred years and the general idea has not changed.

Day Eighteen. Red in the Morn.

Now, this is how I like to start off a Monday morning. Some nice tea and a sunrise like this will soothe any soul.

Day Seventeen. The Golden Norseman.

This is the statue of The Golden Norseman at NEO A&M, the community college in my town. As a kid I always was fascinated with the statue. I loved reading about the Nordic legends and Viking tales. Also, a little known fact is the artist Charles Banks Wilson was the creator of the Norseman logo.