Great Expectations

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” 

~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Holts Lake

Every picture has a story. 

Holts Lake in Johnston County lies 30 miles southeast of downtown Raleigh.

We spotted Holts Lake, a massive wetland out of nowhere. The road to this "hidden gem" was filled with inches high grasses, which created an annoying rattling sound every time our vehicle ran over it. There were several bungalow houses on our way with a sign posted, "Dogs on Duty."

However, I was drawn into the exotic beauty of the Holts Lake like a child will be drawn to a sugar candy. I kept telling myself, "I haven't seen anything like this before," and it was true.

Wooden Utility Pole

Wooden Utility Pole, a photo by kushal1986 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
“Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.”

Double Rainbow

Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can't make a rainbow without a little rain. 

~ Zion Lee

Forced Perspective

No disrespect to the Washington Monument or any institution ~just exploring forced perspective.

Westgate Mall Vigil in Washington D.C.

Kenyan nationals hold vigil for the Westgate Mall tragedy at Lincoln Memorial Park in Washington D.C. on September 29.

Pamlico Sound River Basin

Not all those who wander are lost.

                                               -Tolkien

Taken at Pamlico River Basin, North Carolina.

The paved road ends here but the wilderness of the Pamlico Sound echoes to the far outposts.

We arrived at the Pamlico Sound River Basin, a remote grassy marshland, an hour before the dusk. The sun was bright and the wind was low. A clear shadow of the tall pine trees fell into our out-of-state vehicle, which grew even taller and fell into the water. This water was blue, as blue as the sky above, and in between where suspended silver clouds lining the two-extremities. 

I looked around and saw fine-colored waterfront houses docked with speed boats, fishing boats and more boats. Small children were out for play on a creek that passed through their backyard. I fancied it must be the happiest playground on Earth and felt happy for them.

Upon our homebound route, we encountered overhead flying cranes, a bone-chilling experience to any day-trippers.