An Eternity is Caught in the Skirl of the Pipes

There is nothing as beautiful as the skirl of the pipes early in the morning, or just as the sun sets. I have been lucky enough to be there at the exact moment where the sun drops below the horizon, and the world holds its breath. The only sound is the pipe's haunting melody drifting across the water.






This is my son's friend Dustin. He lives in the East Cost of Canada and yes, he is really playing his own set of bagpipes.
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