I'm on record as hating (1) nature pictures and (2) nature itself. So why did I take these pretty nature pictures? You could call them "impressionist" just to bug me. But I guess, like anyone else, I'm susceptible to pretty things. Also, I haven't had any serious (read laborious) projects to work on, so sometimes I just walk around like a dope and take pictures. Just like when I was a teenager. I've been trying to think of a defense of beauty for twenty years, and I really don't have one.
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