Sun Purple
Sun Purple
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 ANTIQUE SUN PURPLE EARLY AMERICAN CORNUCOPIA VASE US $169.99
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 EAPG OLD SUN PURPLE GLASS PITCHER CREAMER SUGAR BOWL US $129.99
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 RARE EAPG Crown Butter Dish Sun Colored Slight Tint of Purple CROWN Handle US $125.00
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 Sun Purple Open Compote Pedestal Estate 6 inch high US $100.00
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 EAPG Sun Purple Rosette Band Compote with Lid Fern Leaf Etching Very Rare US $85.00
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 EAPG Tall Bakery Cake Stand Sun Purple US $75.00
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 Sun Purple Depression Fostoria Colony Pedestal VASE US $75.00
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 ANTIQUE EAPG GLASS SUN PURPLE TALL TRUMPET FLUTE VASE US $69.99
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 ANTIQUE SUN PURPLE GLASS 1891 DAISY CELERY VASE SPOONER US $54.99
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 Elegant Etched Glass Brides Basket Sun Purple US $50.00
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 EAPG Bakery Cake Stand Sun Purple US $50.00
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 11 1 2 Elegant Etched Glass Brides Basket Sun Purple US $50.00
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 Abalone Shell Sun Catcher w Purple Teardrop Crystals US $48.00
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 vintage Sun Purple Sugar Bowl Creamer US $46.99
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 10 Elegant Etched Glass Brides Basket Sun Purple US $45.00
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 Vintage Large Antique Sun Purple Glass Cruet US $40.80
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A Night Of The Autumn At The Park
At the very last time the travel bug bit me, I didn’t take off all that far. I just pilled in the van with my wife, put our two years old son above the Britax Boulevard 70CS and drove to another part of Montana. To be precise, we went right east to the side of Glacier National Park, left the van on the shore of a long, bright and windy lake, and started hiking uphill the Continental Divide. We hear that the tree leaves around us were whispering loudly to each other about the beginning of the fall. We saw that many of the leaves on the forest had already turned as purple as the last frostwrinkled huckleberries, as red as the bands of argillite rock towering overhead in the distance, as gold as the eyes of Glacier’s wolves and ospreys.
That night, in a wooden small almost-room in front of the burning fireplace (well we purposely left our Kozy World KWN321 heater as well as our MBP36 video monitor at home), we thought about a sound of another creature sometimes colored yellow or gold –a grizzly. Just climbing in a wild country is a dandy way to begin exercising unused synapses and pores, along with ancient connections in the subconscious part of your brain. And to convince you don’t overlook any, there is absolutely nothing like a great grizzled bear near us. Well, in fact, you may never completely discover all the things you are made of until you do confront something on the order of midnight grizz. Or a passing elk or moose that grunts and snaps brush like a bear, which is what we probably had by our room. Whatever it was, it surely made the next day’s dawning all the sweeter.
We left the room and traipsed up a trail until we reached a waterfall. After splashing our faces in the cold, leaf-swirling poll at the base, my wife and I stared silently up at the cascade for a while. It spilled over a couple of hundred feet of limestone ledges. At the morning we saw that the sun comes directly on the falling water, the stone, the flower and our child scrambling uphill among those blossoms. The extra-rich, almost tangible quality of low autumn light spread the same kind of expectant glow upon animate and inanimate alike. Leaves seemed like sculptures. Rocks were vibrating, dancing to the water’s tune.
Everything was charming; this is what people are getting at when they speak abaout the harmony in the nature. No matter how many words they use, the essence comes out the same: everything fits, everything seems to belong. It means that within us the harmony is renewed.
After leaping off a point onto the ledge below, my son raised his arm with a shout. In his hand was a perfect arrowhead, most likely made by one of the Blackfeet Indians who had once lived on the eastern side of the mountains. To me, the worked piece of flint was confirmation that such earlier travelers felt the same as I did about this waterfall, sensing it to be a spirit-restoring place, spending their sunrise hours here.
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