Not in the way I did as a stupid teenager, lying on a towel atop an asphalt driveway, after having slathered myself in baby oil.
But in a respectful way, wandering (in long pants, long socks over the pants, long-sleeved man's shirt, wind jacket as much for the pockets as any other reason, hat) somewhere, anywhere beautiful things can be found.
Like these:
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| slider |
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| water and algae |
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| children at Lake Cheston |
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| crocus |
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| marmalade cat. |
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