Last days in Utah

There are times when the beauty of life strikes me and I am stunned and capable only of standing in awe.

There are times when I attempt to capture that majesty, and its memory along with it, in a frame.

Then there are times when basking in the temporal beauty of the moment and willingly letting the moment pass away and die is infinitely more beautiful.

Then, upon recollection, the memory gives its self up to imagination and the experience becomes more powerful.

There is a delicate bitter-sweetness in knowing that beauty lived and died before your eyes.

And only once do we find ourselves the actor in its midst.

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