The end of summer heather.

If you can find the beauty, run at it.

—

by

Alfred O’Neill
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Traveling outside of the USA has been part of my life since I was five. (Held in my mother’s arms, I touched the Mona Lisa; I think screwed it up for everyone, sorry.)

This urge, this compulsion, has increased dramatically since Covid. And people on all sides question my…capriciousness? Wastefulness? Indulgence?

Or is it just because it’s something I love and thankfully, can afford to do it in spring and summer. Sating the endless curiosity. Seeking the human or nature moment.

But I’ve come to realize, it has something to do with a question I once asked myself: how much beauty can my eyes take in in this lifetime?

Great example. And they wonder why I keep coming back to #ireland? All this beauty…one walk. One 3.5 mile walk. I was stunned.

When you walk Alone, do you sing out loud?
Scenic landscape view featuring rolling hills, lush green fields, and wildflowers in the foreground under a colorful sunset sky.
A scenic view of a winding road leading into lush green hills under a clear blue sky, with a sunset casting warm light over the landscape.
A sheep with a pink marking stands near a wooden fence in a grassy landscape, with rolling hills and a sunset in the background.
A sheep grazing in a grassy field during sunset, with rolling hills and mountains in the background.
A scenic view of rolling hills and valleys under a blue sky with scattered clouds, featuring lush greenery and a wooden post with barbed wire in the foreground.
A narrow, winding country road surrounded by grassy fields and a wooden fence, under a clear blue sky.
Scenic view of rolling hills and valleys at sunset, with a wooden fence post in the foreground and wispy clouds in the sky.

Just to be clear, one of the most beautiful places I know of is in the cushy chair on my front porch in Philadelphia…

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