Kenai Peninsula, June 26th 2018

I saw a moose swim across the river about 7 am. An hour later a bald eagle flew downstream.

The beauty was lost on me.

It has occurred to me that all places are essentially the same. Landscapes are essentially blank. It is one’s own personal beauty that is painted on the landscape.

There is no meaning except I.

And I has no meaning without God.

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