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It is vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves.


Waiting at the bus stop yesterday morning, I spotted and photographed some interesting colours in the sky to the east. The show in the sky was useful actually, as the bus didn't show.

Bastards.

Which gives me an idea for Tuesday Q and A:
What withering bon mot should I include in my latest letter of complaint to the bus company?
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G. B. Miller said…
That is an absolutely gorgeous shot of the sky.

Thanks for the reminder that sometimes you can find beauty in the most remarkable places.
18 August 2009 at 09:59
Anonymous said…
Don't get me started on public transit. They do everything they can to encourage you to take it, and how much better it is than driving. But they NEVER deliver!

Think of it this way: At least you weren't waiting in the snow, about 40 below for a bus that would never show. Happened to me more than a few times.
18 August 2009 at 12:34
Kris McCracken said…
G, that's why I like puddles so much!
18 August 2009 at 12:39
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, I think that the snow would have killed me off!
18 August 2009 at 12:40
Frank said…
Beautiful shot. Too bad it was early morning at a bus stop instead of sunset at a park.
18 August 2009 at 16:12
Sarah said…
Stunning shot!

This is a link to my spaghetti Eiffel tower. http://day2daypictures.blogspot.com/2009/02/spaghetti-eiffel-tower.html


You are right, it was awfully hard!!!
18 August 2009 at 16:26
Priyanka Khot said…
Love the colors on this one. U are one lucky man to be greeted by such colors at the bus stop. Our sky is just burning white.
18 August 2009 at 16:40
Roddy said…
Almost looks like something God would throw at you on the day of reckoning. Fantastic colours.
18 August 2009 at 21:01
Valerie said…
Brilliant shot, in more ways than one.
19 August 2009 at 01:40
Babzy.B said…
wow the colours are amazing !! Great shot!
19 August 2009 at 05:12
yamini said…
Are you a painter too?
24 August 2009 at 14:55
Kris McCracken said…
I am no good at painting.
25 August 2009 at 13:22
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