Tag: Blogging
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Nature Playing Etch A Sketch
Sometimes I wish my head was like an Etch A Sketch, so I could shake my head and start over. Aunty Acid
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Fog – Fifty Word Story
The gloomy fog of disinterest that shadowed her waking hours escalated into a running nightmare of despair once asleep. A barbed wire fence blocked every escape and the endless violent swirl of branches drawing blood from her arms offered the only proof in her daily existence that she was alive.
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The Sky Is Crying
The sky is crying after being unable to see all the adorable chickadees flying around during the last four days of fog. As is the case when you see someone else cry, the eastern red cedar automatically began crying with they sky. The berry was holding it together and then the tears began to fall when…
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Fog and Ice
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave. The sun has the appearance of a pauper. Frightful season! Winter changes into…
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A Few Photos and Thoughts
The chances that I will enjoy a movie based on a book I loved reading is similar to the odds of having winter and spring in the same week. Amazingly both occurred this week with an ice storm and temperatures in the 50s and enjoying the movie A Man Called Ove as much as the…
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Mud-Luscious and Puddle-Wonderful
In the aftermath of a sheet of ice covering all of nature’s beauty, we are now left with a world best described by the wonderful words of E. E. Cummings compared to my choice of words for this melting wonderland in our yard, “the world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” The trees were raining melting ice and…
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Winter Leaves
There was beauty to be found everywhere in the aftermath of awaking to icy roads and no power and the realization that meant no coffee or a trip to Starbucks. Unfortunately, the fact that there would be no warm coffee after photographing this beauty was quickly forgotten and realized a little too late. If you…
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A Blooming Life
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness. Gilda Radner
CIMPLE - A Curious Introvert's Musings & Photos about Life and Enjoyment 