The simple things are what matters

The simplest thing: a cock crowing at dawn.
It used to annoy me very much in those days after I had moved from the city (of Warsaw) into a small town (almost a village). The cock crowing kept me awaken in the (untimely) early hours. I distinctly remember wishing I could catch it and turn it into bullion ;)
Now I like the sound, and whenever it wakes me up I am thinking: here you are... and I am happily falling into sleep again.

Yes, I can relate Marta. Amazing how we can get used to something the more time we spend with it. I again hear the birds outside my window, but used to hear the planes fly over until they switched the flight pattern a few years ago.

Yes it's so true, you need to speak to people who don't have very much, to make you realise the most important things in life aren't material things. I'm just very thankful for each day I wake up. I love hearing my cat purring, when I was in hospital - the one thing is craved for was to feel water through my fingers. Just doing it calmed me down.

Thank you Jenny. Your words remind me about Cardinal Joseph Bernardin and his book, The Gift of Peace, where he says something like pray everyday while you can, because when you are in the hospital you may not be able to pray.

I just love skylines like this! The vignetting is a really nice touch as well.

Buy a station wagon, that'll ground a person! Ha.

Your comments always make me smile, Kenneth.

Thank you, Frank! That means my efforts are not in vain.

"Learn from the poor about how to enjoy life in the moment.": How true!

Glad to see we agree .. thank you so much for stopping by.

Wonderful cityscape.
Congrats on Explore.

A very nice view of this old skyscraper!

Yes, that is the Wrigley Building in the foreground, and the tall one is Trump Tower Chicago.

I more like the old one ;-) When I was in Chicago in 1986, there was no Trump tower ;-)
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Nice picture Berny. Yes, in 86' it was the Chicago Sun-Time Building, and I was in there often as a photojournalist. My mentor John H. White worked for them.

A sumptuous perspective, where the gaze takes a real step back; which seems unreal and represents a form of emptiness of the madness of grandeur that animates the rich man.
The poor man's gaze will always give us the right direction. We still have to follow it and learn from it the lessons we have lost....

Sono pienamente d'accordo...

Good for you! Thank you ...

Beautiful skyline shot!