Remembering A Dull Afternoon

The color ran out and the well worn path hadn’t even stirred up dust to speak of on this static afternoon. There was no sun giving light to the hills and no breeze putting wind under birds’ wings. All around me the land stood still in ugly shades of grey and it fealt as if I was the last person left on earth. I looked over the hills and felt nothing but distress , the world seemed like a lost cause. Every sage brush and every blade of grass had lost it’s flicker. Nothing made a sound and any treese in attendance hadn’t a leaf left to shed. They stood tall and black but looked cowardly with their rounded shoulders. Then a Jet flew over head leaving behind a white trail on an otherwise featureless sky. It was a terribly dull afternoon that left me with nothing but a few photos to speak of.




Just as the evening began to roll in, the juggernaut clouds parted and light broke through. Restoring the lively features of the world that I am more comfortable with and bringing back to life what had apeared to be the left overs of a bomb test village. The sky turned from smog to fuscia and I smiled. Pink sky at night, Sailers delight. Perfect. For a few minutes I thought the world might be coming to an end. I’m Stoked that on even the ugliest day Matt Miles can still shoot a killer photo or three.