Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

Happy St. Patrick's Day, comrades!
May the road rise up to meet you and may the wind lead you to a brewery with a tasting room that serves unlimited free samples twenty four hours a day brought to your table by blonde supermodels in string bikinis.*
Until then, let us reprise some posts of yore:
Back From The Back Of Beyond
I Feel So Near To The Howling Of The Winds
Storm Over The North Rim
Cloudscapes From The Heartland
Seventeen Foot Drop
Turtles All The Way Down
Ledges From Which The Gods Might Quarry Mountains
But We Have Little Time To Spend In Admiration
The Cold Mountain Trail Goes On And On
And I Began To Speak
Condor Seventy-Four
Ruuscal Goes December Digital
Willie Runs Crystal Rapid
A Search For The Magical
But I Digress

*homage to Celeste