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Found this little guy at #coffeecartel in #redondobeach #vscocam

Found this little guy at #coffeecartel in #redondobeach #vscocam

#nationalcoffeeday #yellowvase #California

#nationalcoffeeday #yellowvase #California

step into my office

#SanPedro #california #vscocam

step into my office

#SanPedro #california #vscocam

keep one eye open on reality. let the other see what they say is insane. #vscocam

keep one eye open on reality. let the other see what they say is insane. #vscocam

cross-connect:

 Vivid Hummingbird Close-ups Reveal Their Incredible Beauty

When it comes to birds, the terms “strong” or “beautiful” might inspire images of fierce eagles or decadent tropical parrots. But both of these birds will certainly find strong contender in hummingbirds, which possess a unique sort of delicate beauty and a mastery of avian maneuvers like no other. We created this list of 20 stunning hummingbird photos to show you just how beautiful they can be.

Capturing a photo of a hummingbird in flight with clearly focused wings can be very difficult, as some varieties are capable of beating their wings up to 52 times a second. This gives them the ability to hover and fly backwards – something that few other birds can do and that none have mastered the way the hummingbird has.  Boredpanda

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Concluding thoughts of the night

I set out for a jog just as the sun set below the horizon.  My usual route is a road that overlooks the San Pedro coast.  This road has a patch of black just before you hit the park that I left my car at.  As I approached the darkness, I realized one thing: we can lose sight of the road but the road will never lose us.

All metaphors aside, what I’m getting at is that we decide that we have lost determination, success, faith, and ourselves - not anyone or anything else.  We control how we interpret things.

I admit that the patch of black was a bit unnerving. I couldn’t make out all the details of the concrete, the trees that lined the road, or the shadows that surrounded me but I could see where I was heading and I could see where I had started.  And I often forget that, that is all I need.

At the end of my post-twilight run, I knew that the darkness would consume me. After, I realized that the road wouldn’t stop existing from underneath my feet. 

If, for any reason, I begin to doubt myself or anything around me, I’ll try remember that the road is still there for me when I decided to see it again.