A Seemingly Awful Sameness

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The light there is of a certain kind. In the morning and evenings it is soft and pervasive, and the earth seems to absorb it, to become enlarged with light. About noon there are edges and angles - and a brightness that is hard and thin like a glaze. There is something strange and powerful in it. When you look out across the land you believe at first that it is all one thing; there appears to be an awful sameness to it. But after a while you see that it is not one thing at all, but many things, all of which are subject to change in a moment.

- N. Scott Momaday, The Names (A Memoir)

Above photo taken on one of my runs, a Beyond the Commonplace photo.