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Morning In The ‘Berks September 6, 2010

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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A night of off-and-on rain slides slowly toward the twilight of morning.  As the darkness gives way to light, heavy river fogs rise wraith-like from the valleys, wreathing the hills in gray mists.

You force yourself to roll out of bed, dress, swill a cup of yesterday’s coffee and stumble out to the car, intent on getting above the morning miasma, hoping to find a sunrise.

The road climbs and winds through narrow valleys, their walls obscured by drifting mists, ’till at last the mists thin and you break free into the space between the fogs of Mother Earth and the clouds of Father Sky, just in time to see them bow down to The Source, The Reason, The Sun:

So begins another day in the Berkshire Hills of Western Massachusetts.

Thank you, Mother Earth.  Thank you, Father Sky.  Thank you, Sun.


1. Robin from Israel - September 7, 2010

Beautiful, and so soft looking. I love this photo.

The Mt. Washington Hotel is definitely quite a place. We actually did the tour there (pouring down buckets outside so no chance of hiking). Since my husband is an economist he was really keen to see where the Bretton Woods Accord took place. He also really wanted to climb the mountain, but that wasn’t to be this trip. Maybe next time :).

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2. kkryno - September 7, 2010

Thanks to you, Ralph for sharing this. So mysterious and enchanting.

Looks like fall is in the air!

3. Laurie B - September 7, 2010

Nice photo, Thanks. Not many of us have seen that view at that time of day.

Years ago, on my memory/misery tour of my life in that part of the world, delivering bundles of papers at the early odd hours to those far reaches, that view offered me hope that sooner or later, I’d get back down to the valley.

Ya’ know, the place where “Boston” doesn’t seem so far away?

Other than the sunrise at that spot, I don’t miss it at all. Well, not anything west of Bridge of Flowers anyway.

Happy that you find great photos. Perhaps instead of memories, I should find a narrower lens and a hope for a greatful heart.

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