Saturday, July 08, 2006
Pink Thistle and Blue Ridge
As unspolied stretches of land along Loudoun's Blue Ridge decreases, appreciation for such beauty increases. Spending time in these open spaces is becoming more meaningful and special by the day. The sweet smell of Loudoun air is found nowhere else that I've traveled. Filling my lungs with the stuff means that I'm home. Taken near Bluemont for 1/13 of a second at f16.