Good Reads:
Sacha stood on the tumbled temple stones. Our conversation went something along these notes: Stones have been around since the beginning. Some seem more impressive than others as they hold a story in their markings. Others might have been chips from the block. Each has a part to play, each important though many, like us, take a back seat for a grander revelation. Sacha grabbed a rock from the ground, that many like us had stepped over, "This probably has been around since this temple was built." And in someway we have too.
Only now looking at this photo do I see the the long columns' shadow on the ground, the play of light from the setting sun. At that time as the sunset in and out between the columns, I was content watching the changing light and stage before me. Now I wish I knew what this photo revealed because I would have stepped back to capture those long shadowy columns.
If I ever come back I will go again at sunset.
As we drove back to Palermo the setting sun transformed the sky to a rose colored hue which then slowly, majestically went through the color spectrum that the visible eye could see, ending in the deepest red. The red sky, as coals can be, shadowed behind the olive grove was intensely beautiful. So much so I could not take a picture as I did not want to miss a single second of its beauty.
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