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Celebration! #SoCS
My soul soars with childlike glee while every bush and sleeping tree yawns with fresh humility before the light that magically wipes away gray dormancy transforming with pure ecstasy, its palette filled abundantly with Spring’s unique majesty. I hold my breath! Lest jealous Death- Old Man Winter’s anarchist- arrange a final chilling tryst,…
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Sing It Ray
Everything is beautiful. The world is gonna’ find a way…. We must not close our minds, We must let our thoughts be free…. Please, let your dreams be beautiful.
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Threads #Photography
Elusive, ephemeral.. The tease oh please! By heaven’s grace let me see your face! My soul and yours… We glow in night’s embrace, but disappear without a trace when the sun shows Its face- too soon forgotten. Life’s moments, like dewdrops cling to silken webs- iridescent pearls, the Spinner’s…
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Affirmative, Captain #SoCS
We need to get this straight. I will affirm here and now that I have felt less than inspired in the last week. I’m working on the novel-still…maybe forever..but really loving the progress. It is just not something one can easily do at the end of a work day or week, popping from pragmatic, ordered…
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Awww…Nuts!
Haven’t you heard? Winter is sticking around…be prepared. Be very prepared…
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She Howled!
Last night’s Super Blood Wolf moon was magnificent. I got the best shots I could without putting up the tripod. She glowed, she blushed, her face was flushed, In frigid dark my work was rushed. Yet here she is. If you only remember one thing, let it be this: ”Never piss off the Lunar Goddess”.…
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Neverending Story/Photography/Music/Movies
This is from one of my favorite movies since my boys were young. I can’t even recall how many times I have seen The Neverending Story, a touching, imaginative film from the 80’s. Beyond the main theme which guides the film-that we dream our world into existence and when we stop believing in our ability…
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A Good Day/#poetry #photography
Sunshine… On my shoulders… in my eyes…. Peering, peeking… Quietly sneaking across the sky… Hours pass as, hardly…
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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…
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It Looks Like a Door, Dammit
A beautiful doorway to new beginnings. Welcome to sunrise on the 9th floor. I hear it was breathtaking before the twin monstrocities were erected. Still, he peeks through the keyhole to let us know another day is dawning. Thank heaven for sunrise…. #Thursdaydoors
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