Ever since I was a little kid, there was this old Bradford Pear tree across the street from the playground I played at since I was a kindergartner. This tree would turn a dozen different colors as the year progressed… from dark green in the late Summer to brilliant red in the fall, to a beautiful white in the Spring.

Today, I walked by the old tree while I was doing my daily exercises and happened to be there at just the right time of the year and just the right time of the day and caught the delicate white flowers against the dimming orange of a sunset. It’s outstanding to me when mundane circumstances lead you to experience something both nostalgic and beautiful.

Incidentally, the old Bradford Pear tree lasted longer than the school did.

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Written by Jason Gaston

I'm just a dude. I teach, love movies, I write, I take pictures, and I want to see the world.

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