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Another Mountain Shot Attempt

I'm not really sure I can describe the awesome-ness that is seeing mountains towering behind a beautiful cityscape and after once again this weekend taking the camera out, I'm not sure that I'll ever get to SHOW it either.

I'm sure one of you savvy picture taking peeps could probably enlighten me on how to pull the mountains out of this shot and make them 'pop' in the way that it makes my readers feel like they're RIGHT THERE with me.

But then, perhaps that is more Mother Nature's point - you actually have to BE there. Because as hard as I try, I can never get those mountains to look as spectacularly LARGE in a picture as they do when I stare at them. I mean, they're awe-inspiring. I just can't stop staring at them.

And so, spent another weekend saying, "Oh my god will you LOOK at those mountains?", so much so that D finally huffed as I was midway through the sentence for the 2034th time and said YES YES  I SEE THEM and I've been hearing about YOU seeing them ALL FRIKIN DAY.

I just can't help myself. I just...really...can't.

I mean, maybe when you come from a flat, mostly landlocked (I get it, we have the Great Lakes but hey, I'm talking ocean side here) province, you can't help but just be in awe of those big white capped monsters.

I hope I never take that view for granted. And well, I guess everyone around me hopes that I will get to a place where I don't have to mention them with every breath. Surely some where in the middle? Perhaps I'll compromise and meet it somewhere in the middle...

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