Beauty

the west really is more than a playground more than a pretty picture its Beauty defined. i look around often and try to hold on to what i see how can you remember something so majestic so vast. Truly  I take thousands of pictures attempting to hold on occasionally one comes along i hold on to and sighhhhhhh.... ahhh thats close to what I see. I am convinced Jesus climbed mountains to speak with God because he feels so close when he was surrounded by the beauty the father created. I know God in a new way everytime i see new beauty like this sunset

                heavenly day its so beautiful it takes your breath away

trying to fish in mountain lakes is nothing like the blue gill in  ft loudon they are tricky little stinkers impossible to catch