the world from a front lawnThe most picturesque views i see are in fleeting glimpses that expire in the atmosphere. The few moments before dawn, or after dusk in transpiring gloaming. The same as before a possible storm, or when the sun is breaking through clouds shedding corpuscular rays. Sometimes the palette is blues, greys and white, or during a blustery late fall day on the big lake when raised waves continually break against the rocks a symphony of greys. The sunsets can come in reds, pinks, purples and oranges. Of course further north, sometimes there's cascades of green from the auroras. The colors of the atmosphere are sheer brilliance and then they're gone. The clouds form and disappear. The more shades and contrasts, the greater beauty; in a solid uniformly bland hue there is no sparkle of magic, a lighting bolt (besides the intensity of voltage) branches and spikes fingers of adornment, that collapse to oblivion and visual boredom within a second.
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