The Garden Party #conservation #photography #nature

Whenever I feel discouraged, which seems to be a lot these days, I go outside. Nature never changes its course. It doesn’t whine about the weather, but behaves accordingly. It doesn’t beg for attention because it is too busy trying to stay alive.

There is much comfort in watching bees going about their business or taking awhile to sleep in the folds of a blossom. Watching bird couples scout for food and then share what they find with each other speaks to cooperation and partnership better than any human interaction I have seen lately.

I can feel the trees breathing from where I sit, far beneath their branches; and I cringe to think how ignorant are those who can’t accept that we need their presence for the very oxygen that we enjoy. It’s not simply that we can’t all get up and run to a rally or pledge large sums of money to conservation efforts. The heartbreaking truth is that so many turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the fact that this world is dying beneath the crushing weight of our careless humanity.

It is the same philosophy that addresses the messes left in a grocery store or a discarded half full shopping cart. The “Oh they pay someone to do that,” theory to support apathy extends to global and political problems. The idea that “nature will take care of itself” or “we’ll leave that to the experts” is a copout of the worst kind. Will someone clean up behind you at WalMart? Most of the time. This issue is not about ‘someone’ fixing things. It is about the plague of disregard that is spreading its fingers insidiously over the world.

They are right about one thing. Nature will take care of itself. If Biblical history is to be believed, it once rained for forty days and forty nights to cleanse the planet. If Science is to be believed there have been other catastrophic weather purges since the dawn of time. Make no mistake. Earth will survive, and no matter how many guns you have stashed, no matter how many properties you own across the globe or how much money is stacked in the digital memory of your bank account, it will not save you from Nature’s unraveling.

Well, we started out with a bang and perhaps we shall end with one. Or maybe just a collective surprised whimper.

I love my little piece of Nature and will do whatever I can to preserve it. It think I’ll start by having a party..a garden party. Here are a few of my guests!

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The beauty queens!
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The Itsy Bitsy Spider can dance!
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The workers never stop
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The Faerie
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The cleanup crew
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The Lovers

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Hit it Ricky!
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Sharing is caring
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Looking his best.

Y’all come back now, y’hear?

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Because/Poetry #SoCS

 

September now has passed from view

and Autumn in the mists

of dank and often dreary

days of Winter’s cold and

unsympathetic hand.

 

Suppose we, then, weep not for days in

whose long, languid shadows

we swore at sweat, nor regret

 the changing climes

in these fearful times.

 

Soon the sap will run again like

rushing tides, life’s vein will

pump wildly to keep time

as we sip wine toasts

to new beginnings

and Summer’s play.

 

I shall give you a bloom for every

moment passed in those hot,

sopping days of free fun

that someone does not,

in foolish jest,

suggest

a frigid day

might count them blessed.

 

CKP copyright words and images 2019

Hop over to Dan’s sofa  

and bring along some hot tea. He has been under the weather. We miss you waxing witt-tastically at the bar! Get well soon.

This post brought to you by Linda Hill and her #SoCS prompt. Jump over to her place for more great prompts and join the fun.

In All Things/#Inspiration

God called to me today,

”Get up, come out and play!”

 

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The Earth is there with open arms

to dazzle with her mystic charms..

lead on!

 

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Her stewards once of flesh and bone

now rest as dust and ash

immortalized in bronze and stone,

their histories shared for cash

 

 

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Can you hear me?

came the whisper

from the shadow dancing light.

 

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Can you feel me?

Yes! My spirit called to life

as my wounded soul took flight.

 

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Touch me, heal me, fill me.

Let me carry you inside

like jewels of bright eternity

that anyone who touches me

Be comforted when thus to see

your reflection in my eyes.

 

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Angels walk this world

their feathered wings unfurled

as gentle hands that guide us on

and words our kinship leans upon.

 

I thank heaven for these gifts

And free!

 

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Today the Creator smiled at me!

 

CKP copyright words and images

2018

Culture in Cartersville/#Free48

Well, it’s been a couple of weekends since we had a real adventure, so I bribed the Navigator with a bacon and eggs breakfast to go with me to Cartersville to the Booth Western Art Museum located in Cartersville, Georgia.  Someone who works there recently told me about it and kindly gave me a complimentary pass. If you go to the link, there is a nice virtual video that is a perfect short version walk through of most of the interior.

From the official website:

Open since 2003 and located just north of Atlanta along I-75, the Booth is the largest museum of its kind in the Southeast and an Affiliate to the Smithsonian Institution. At 120,000 square feet, the Booth is an architectural wonder – designed to resemble a modern pueblo and constructed from Bulgarian limestone. The Booth’s permanent collection of Western art, Presidential portraits and letters, and Civil War art allows visitors to “See America’s Story” – the land, people, struggles, dreams, and legends – in paintings, sculpture, photography and artifacts. Sagebrush Ranch is an award-winning, hands-on experience and interactive children’s gallery.

Booth Museum was started by a family who call Cartersville home and have been Western art collectors for many years. It was their wish to share their art with the community, particularly young people who might not otherwise be exposed to art. The Museum was named for Sam Booth, a good friend and mentor to the founders of the Museum. Booth Western Art Museum is operated under the umbrella of Georgia Museums, Inc., which also includes Tellus Science Museum, Bartow History Museum and, coming soon, Savoy Automobile Museum.

While the affiliate museums are in close proximity to the Booth, we spent so much time enjoying the exhibits there, visiting another would not have been possible in one day for us.  There simply is so much within the museum walls to appreciate, from traditional Western lore, historical rendition and education, to contemporary interpretation and photography of nature, blues and country legends and fans. There is a wonderful collection of Indigenous Sculptures, most based on famous paintings by George Caitlin.

 

 

The very first thing we saw was this, Dan Antion.

The paintings were truly amazing in all forms of expression, from those that looked like photographs to the modern art interpretations.  There are too many to share individually here but below I will post a slide show of my favorites, most of which are sculptures.  This giant sculpture was perhaps my favorite in the museum.  From the front it is moving and impressive….

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But when I stepped behind the sculpture and saw the back of the figure, I was overcome with emotion.

Later, when we stepped outside to view the panorama of sculptures in the rear of the museum, I looked up and was struck by the stark symbiotic nature of the image I saw.

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I will also feature separately my second favorite sculpture, The Eagle Catcher.  The detail is amazing and the effect of living action is perfect.

 

 

I have very mixed emotions when viewing the history of the Civil War.  I value the dedication of the human beings who fight for what they believe in while also feeling it is the greatest shame of our country to have fought amongst ourselves so much as to go to war, often killing their own neighbors’ children and one another.  That we valued controlling lives more than preserving life is our greatest shame. I fear the same sentiment rising within the people again and it breaks my heart.  History can’t be erased but it should be learned from.

I did find these paintings to be amusing, being from Louisiana.  Leave it to those guys to add flair to the fight.

 

 

 

I loved this museum and recommend to add it to your list if you have the time.  Your children should experience it as well. There is an interactive ranch room on the ground floor designed just for the little ones.  No adult is allowed in it without having a child in accompaniment as well. I hope you enjoy the slide show and the music.  Clicking on any photo will produce the full size render and holding over any photo will show any captions I added.  Hope you are all enjoying your #Free48! See something new, have a happy thought, be free.

 

 

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Then we headed to Acworth for some seafood at Henry’s Lousisiana Grill. More on that excursion later.

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The Bee and Me/Photography/Poetry

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Moments,

saved from

Nature’s tapestry,

woven in hues

of greens and blues….

 

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Spun gold overcoats

and gossamer wings,

a thousand kisses

left on velvet blush

as the wind sings..

 

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Embrace perfection

with tenderness,

cradled in your arms

it thrives, sublime!

Moments,

stolen unawares,

like precious gems,

seashells on the sand,

kept in heart’s

book of days,

and treasured

beyond measure.

How happy we,

the bee and me!

 

Cheryl P

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2018

 

Sunday Reverie/photography

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The best thing about Sunday is freedom-

the freedom to think about anything,

nothing, everything and more

but only after Saturday’s errands,

catching up and chores.

 

It takes all of Saturday to unwind,

detox, relax, reset, refresh and

cut the cord to work and worry,

convince myself to slow my steps,

there simply is no need to hurry.

 

 

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Stepping into nature is my worship,

sharing moments with Creation,

looking to the morning sky

where things with wings,

bright angel beings, thrill me,

fill me as they sing and flit and fly.

 

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Like fire and flame,

his presence came.

 

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Peck, peck, peck,

this tree I’ll wreck

 

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And happy, he

the bluebird be.

We shared a look,

and my soul shook.

I wept before

his honesty.

 

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“You lookin’ at me?”

he quipped and stood his ground,

challenging anyone around.

(i dared not make a sound…)

 

I am renewed, uplifted, amazed!

Grace, beauty, life, joy-

unfolding before me as I gazed.

 

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In all I hear and all I see-

the message clear is harmony.

 

Cheryl KP 2018