Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Urban run through the suburbs of Detroit on a gray cloudy day. I was working to find the beauty in this ordinary day.
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Sat, Oct 10, 2015 at 22:00:43 from 24.10.247.181
Easy there! You're talking about my hometown.
From Steve on Sat, Oct 10, 2015 at 22:34:16 from 66.87.112.41
It's beautiful at night when I fly in...
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