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  • Up before the dawn, I did my writing and my reading, then strolled across the way to get some milk for my coffee. As I made my way back across the cold wind-swept parking lot, my gaze fell upon the distant farm fields, where a spectacular sunrise was beginning to stir on the far horizon. I hurried up to my room to fix my travel mug of Joe, then quickly made tracks back outside to try to catch some good sunrise shots. I try to never miss an opportunity to catch a good sunrise.


    I was going to walk, but decided to hop in my car to find an optimal view to drink in. Here in Amish country there are many spectacular vistas - they don't call this rich farmland "God's Country" for nothing.


    As I drove around, taking in the warmth of the views in this cold pre-dawn, I spied an Amish horse and buggy trucking across an overpass. Those things can really move, and this one was making some serious tracks. I took the next exit off the main road, as I saw what looked like it would be a great spot for sunrise shots.
  • It was a great spot, and the view was amazing, but for some reason, between the light and the shadows, my IPhone couldn't fully capture the brilliance of the lights like I would've liked. The memory of that brilliant sky will always remain in my memory's photo bank, though.


    Then, as I drove on, I saw how this stand of trees was reflecting the light of the newly risen sun. I turned onto a side road, that snaked between a couple of farms, and pulled off to the side to get a few shots.


    It seems I had chosen a busy Amish thoroughfare, as about 5 or 6 buggies trolled past me whilst snapping my shots. They all gave me a friendly nod or wave as they went about their early morning journeys to and fro. I was mindful to not take any clear face shots, as they prefer not to have their pictures taken like that, but I did want to capture them in their element.


    They live, what to the casual observer appears to be such a simple life. However, I am sure, were I to ride a mile in their buggy, I would probably find that their day to day lives are filled with its own set of complexities and challenges as the next person's - they're just dealing with it all through a different means of technology, which I'm sure makes it harder, not easier.
  • It made me grateful for my own life's complexities and challenges, and for the technology I have at my disposal to handle it all with. Like this little gadget I hold in my fingers with more computing power than an entire bank of floor to ceiling main frame computers of an Insurance Company's computer department that I once interviewed at for a job, before I joined the Navy instead to learn how to operate Nuclear Power plants. This little gadget that connects me with people on the other side of the world, with the click of a "send" button.


    Yes, I think I'll keep my complex life. I'm not quite ready for the "simple life". I also don't think it's ready for me!
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