Could anyone ever tire of looking at Mt. Shasta?
Not I!
The mountain greeted me at about sunset one evening as I was coming up
the Sacramento River canyon from the south.
The clouds parted and I pulled over, grabbed my camera and wow!
The sight was so spectacular
that one driver came to a near standstill on the freeway,
one hand on the wheel and the other aiming a camera/cellphone
to capture a picture of that breathtaking moment.
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Doesn’t it seem that frequently
we are generously gifted these moments in clear unmistakable ways?
Other times, the gifts are more subtle, almost invisible, but palpably felt,
and ask us to pay very close attention in order to bear witness to them.
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How fortunate we are to live close to this mountain,
this constant, wondrous expression of nature’s immense power and beauty!
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