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Month: May 2020
Purple wrinkles
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Second entry in Cee’s photo challenge: All About Nature. Feel free to check out the other entries!
Dutch cows
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This week Cee’s photo challenge is All About Nature. Feel free to check out the other entries!
Sun: free light-acupuncture for everyone
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CBW: Short
… but growing fast!
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Wild flowers
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Now that we can no longer carefree roam whenever and wherever we want to due to the coronavirus, now that we work from home and keep our social distance when possible, I want to share photos that bring the outdoors inside. They will be collected under the category OUTSIDE IN. Feel free to join in!
The flock
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Now that we can no longer carefree roam whenever and wherever we want to due to the coronavirus, now that we work from home and keep our social distance when possible, I want to share photos that bring the outdoors inside. They will be collected under the category OUTSIDE IN. Feel free to join in!
Hairy chinook takes a pollen bath
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Posted as part of my Six Word Saturday musings; courtesy of Debbie at Travel with Intent. Will you join us there?
CBW: Long-limbed
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When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.― Maya Angelou
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Figments of a DuTchess 