I love the play of light and shadow—moody places in time—to soak them up into my being—to treasure and share. Realizing I am connected to the past and sharing the present. Time seems meaningless. Who touched that tree, alone, and thought about their lover? Who leaned against it while embracing their love? Don’t tell me it didn’t happen. I feel it so it did, and will continue to do so. I touch the tree, gently, and lean into it thinking of you . . . This post was inspired by the Daily Post prompt: Evanescent. Continue reading Sentimental
Today’s photo challenge is: Atop. Yes, atop. That is a strange word I will probably never use anywhere else ever except right here. I cannot sing Atop of old Smokey, I cannot sing I’m atop of the world so tell all creation. It must be my American “English” showing. It just wouldn’t be right. Kinda like dived verses dove. (No not dove as in bird, but doughve as in the bird doughve into the water. Good gads, to say the bird dived into the water simply doesn’t sit well with me.) Good thing this is a photo challenge! Continue reading Huckleberry’s Visitor
I live in the Evergreen State and love it here. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that I have a few photos of it to share for the Daily Post’s photo challenge for this week in March. I’ll begin with a treasure hunt beginning somewhere over the rainbow in early March. Moss, ferns, and cedar boughs remain green throughout the year. And then, there is magic happening right outside our back door within the lawn. Yet it is merely March, they bloom. Continue reading For Ever Green
Although this Shepherd, who I’ve name Pinocchio, is made of cement, the life-light within his eyes did not become apparent to me until this photo was uploaded to the computer. The wet snow lent a whole new shadow-life to our most steadfast guardian. This is in response to the Daily Post photo challenge: Shadow Continue reading Is there Life within the Shadows?
This is in response to the Daily Post’s photo challenge: Solitude. I remain, after autumn’s harvest, after winter’s winds spirited away those who were left of my loves and family and friends, hanging alone. “Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand. And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and … Continue reading Riding the Tail of Winter
POV: Grandma (me) telling a story to the grandkids. This is in response to two things: the Daily Post photo challenge: Solitude: This week, show us what being alone means to you, and the Daily Prompt: Overwhelming. And so we set out upon the trail, climbing, always climbing. It did not take long before Uncle Tom began to chide how many times I had to stop to catch my breath and stretch my legs. This was, after all, my first truly physical hike of the season. After a half an hour, I lost sight of Uncle Tom. It seemed as if … Continue reading The Doolittle Day with Uncle Tom
Today, the Daily Post’s photo challenge is Repurpose: Show us something that you’ve recycled or repurposed, or an object for which you’ve discovered a clever new use. There are a variety of items we’ve repurposed around our property over the years.Here are just a few examples: There are a lot of things around here. The more I look, the more there are. We have steps leading up to our homestead cabin made by my husband and from cedar rounds from a tree that fell one winter and then there are the cedar branch arbors/trellises I made. It’s challenging and fun … Continue reading Sawblades and Woodland Things Repurposed