Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just Beauty
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We stood on a small hill Friday night, Tom and I, waiting for the Blue Moon to make its appearance. This hill is just a small rise in a neighborhood down the road. A weathered asphalt road, gated at the bottom, winds to the top. I guess someone planned to build a home up there,…
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Thursday I was blessed to take some photographs for my new friend Lisa who needs to sell one of her Arabian colts. I know she doesn't want to sell that beautiful baby, but she's trying to be practical. She plans to post my photos in several places, which might lead to more horse photography gigs for…
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There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man. ~Winston Churchill Forty-three years ago I said goodbye to Clyde, our beautiful Welsh pony. Well, technically Clyde was my brother's horse, but I loved him, and spent hours (it seemed) loping through the horse pasture…
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I was typing away at my keyboard yesterday, staring glaze-eyed at the monitor, when there came this loud ruckus outside my window. Jumping up, I spotted a roadrunner peering at me through the window. I'm still not sure what made all the noise… it was just sitting there looking all innocent on my deck railing.…
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I swayed on the porch swing, listening to Dave Matthews harmonize with crickets, cicadas, and two puppies breathing. I leaned back, contemplating the contrast of shadowed leaves against a dusky blue sky, noting the one early star peaking out from the eaves on my outward swing. No wind. No leaves rustling on the branches. No…
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“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” ~ Declaration of Independence An armadillo shell lies on my back deck. I gave up tossing it into the woods.…
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I was busy with to-do's when Tom said the magic words Wednesday evening: Painted Bunting. That's all it took to get me to trade the vacuum cleaner for my camera and join him on the front porch. We sat in rocking chairs angled toward the bird feeder. For more than an hour we sat and…
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I slipped through the trees on the narrow deer trail as quietly as possible to check on the mama duck and her duckling this morning. At first glance, the pond was empty. But earlier this week it appeared empty, with only a lone feather brushing the shore. I thought for sure something bad had happened…
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Gray sky, false promises. The world barely breathes. I see colors fading, petals drying, feel my spirit sagging. And then there's a flash of blue. A Mystery Bird, bringing excitement, color… and therefore, hope. I know. A little melodramatic. But that morning I really did feel very blah. The air was still and…
Long Hollow 