I live in a beautiful place. It's easy to forget. This is what I see as I turn down the street I live on every day. Sometimes I can't see that mountain, sometimes it's clearer than it is today.
There's something about the solitude of that location, West Mountain, compared with the suburbia before it.
You're looking across the most densely populated mormon habitat in the world.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
West Mountain in the Morning
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