Facing west, this is what those on the Golden Gate Bridge are treated at sunset. Moments such as these can truly be spiritual... though the beauty of the sunset may only reflect other beauties thoughout the world. I've yet to see a more beautiful sunset than those from the Golden Gate Bridge... except for the Mrin Headlands... oh and from the hill at Coit Tower... oh and from Bodega Bay.... Stinson... Lake Michigan... this is Flickr, take your pick! Sadly this bridge truly does create a since of euphoria at times, if not all the time. At the time this photograph was captured, traffic had completely stopped on the bridge, as everyone was in awe of these colors... Mention this day to someone else in the bay area and they'll tell you about a different day when the same thing happened. In fact, these moments of euphoria have been occuring long before this bridge was constructed.... long before we were here. It can be easy to lose sight of that when on the bridge, however. As you can see here, the color of the bridge almost suggests that those on it have become part of the sunset... part of the beauty... part of the good which surrounds them... Perhaps it's occured that people have simply lost control of their senses and jumped? Or perhaps they've had control of their senses and needed something beautiful in their life, and when they got it, they couldn't give it back... Or perhaps they didn't know what else to do, and they didn't think about it, and they didn't stop to think about this beauty which we saw so clearly, and they just jumped... just died... We are still here, however, and we were here with them, and we must try harder to sacrifice the marketed luxuries of life... the comforts of life... and realize and embrace those elements in life which are so much more valuable... just as this sunset was so much more valuable than getting anywhere we had to be on time... Everyone I've shown this capture to has honestly appreciated it as something they've never seen, nor considered. I must admit that I had also not considered seeing a scape such as this... Perhaps that was God talking to us... that was our recharge... and most of us missed it... I try to share my most euphoric work to those I love the most in an effort to remind them how beautiful this world is... and encourage them to find it just as I choose to, rather than selfish goods or addictions or routines... If we all shared beauty one for only one day, perhaps traffic would completely stop all over the world.

'Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny. -CS Lewis Chronicles of Narnia a€?Are you not thirsty?a€ said the lion. a€?Ia€™m dying of thirst,a€ said Jill. a€?Then drink,a€ said the lion. a€?May I a€“ could I a€“ would you mind going away while I do?a€ said Jill. The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience. The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic. a€?Will you promise not to a€“ do anything to me, if I do come?a€ said Jill. a€?I make no promise,a€ said the Lion. Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer. a€?Do you eat girls?a€ she said. a€?I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,a€ said the Lion. It didna€™t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it. a€?I darena€™t come and drink,a€ said Jill a€?Then you will die of thirst,a€ said the Lion. a€?Oh dear!a€ said Jill, coming another step nearer. a€?I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.a€ a€?There is no other stream,a€ said the Lion.