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Lincoln Church/#Thursday Doors

Unlike my tenacious blogging buddy, Dan Antion, I don’t have a lot of research to add to this week’s door photo. The First Plymouth Church of Lincoln was beautiful and peaceful. My new daughter-in-law and dear friend introduced us to it while on an evening walk during our recent trip to Lincoln for their wedding. She thought…
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Somthing Pretty This Way Comes/#1Liner Wednesday

Her fading, tattered wings speak of a life soon to pass. It’s curious the way that all living things seem to have an accelerated appreciation and hunger for the sweetness of life when the road to eternity looms ahead. We seek to absorb what we can, let go of regret and to leave an imprint…
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Don’t Fly Away/#SoCS
One might not even notice the brilliant, elusive winged mystery darting to and fro among the blossoms like an effervescent spinning rainbow of magical grace and wonder. Can you see her there? There and gone too soon. Every evening at sunset she arrives and dances, but is only there if one takes time to notice… For…
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The Bee and Me/Photography/Poetry

Moments, saved from Nature’s tapestry, woven in hues of greens and blues…. Spun gold overcoats and gossamer wings, a thousand kisses left on velvet blush as the wind sings.. Embrace perfection with tenderness, cradled in your arms it thrives, sublime! Moments, stolen unawares, like precious gems, seashells on the sand,…
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Feed Me! #photography

“Now, open wide….” Across the species chain, Motherhood remains the same. Caught this one taking her baby on its maiden food voyage in my friend’s backyard ‘sanctuary’. Stay tuned for more…..
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Don’t Judge Me #OneLinerWednesday

One of the things about the modern mindset that infuriates puzzles me is the concept that nature is cruel and animals that eat other animals is awful. They have been called killers, brutes, a menace, etc. Now, I am no extremist and understand the need to keep the wild things at bay with regard to the…
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A Father Remembered

A life honored. Happy Father’s Day to all the great Dads out there, both in and out of my own life. My childhood was sweet, largely due to my father. My Mama and I were close but it was my Daddy I connected with the most. He was my hero. He still is. He met…
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Adjust Your View/#1LinerWeds

Sometimes, what seems out of reach…. is merely out of focus, and destiny just a blink away. Visit Linda Hill’s blog for the rules where you’ll meet other great bloggers and find more fun weekly prompts. She has some really cool writing projects of her own! Happy Wednesday!


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