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Photos and  NaPoWriMo Poetry

   Butterfly garden Outside winter lingers chilling, aggravating,  Holding on too tight while  body’s soul craves warmth. Inside, tropical rain forest orchids breathe relief Coaxing caterpillars to unfold. Squeezing out  last drop, old life attitudes memory. Wings stretch where once remembered wrinkles. Crawled slow, meshed to earth and e body and soul crave warmth Inside, tropical rain forest orchids breathe relief Coaxing caterpillars to unfold. Squeezing out the last of old life and ways, Wings stretch where once remembered wrinkles. Crawled slow, meshed to earth. Stretch and shiver, fold and reach. An unknown new beginning will be the end.limbs. Stretch…

Photo Friday: Hamburger Barge

This place certainly lived up to its reputation:  everything fried and greasy. A once in a life time experience.  After an hour and a half wait, one I won’t be repeating too soon.  I think the 5 kids showed more patience than I did.  Mr. R1’s hamburger is a triple mini!  You don’t even want to see what the 18 year-old ordered. A walk around back told another story. For sure, this was, indeed, a one time trip.  Is there a health department nearby? Oh well, we all came out unscathed. Unless I just come for the scenery. It was…

Photo Friday: View from Windows

A late winter cold wave drove me inside for the most part. So I took some photos gazing outward. Perhaps that’s a good point of view for February. What about you? Where is your focus this week? For more great photos follow Pierced Wondering’s link:  

Photo Friday: Cold Front

Yup, it arrived.  These are two versions of the same shot.  The first one looks rather ominous, while the second one is almost beautiful. Both seem surreal. If I hadn’t seem it myself, I might not believe it real. What do you think? Check out some terrific photos at Pierced Wonderings.

Photo Friday: A Weed by any other name…

Waning October is a warm respite whispering hello to cold frost and snow.  Still,  These flowers optimistically bloom between cracks at the side of the road.  Yes, most consider them a weed; scraggly, almost leafless stems, hold out lovely blue blooms. I love these hopeful little hanger-onners. I call them cornflowers. What’s in your lens this week?  I’d love to take a peek.

Photo Friday: Autumn Mist

I pass by the lake each morning as I take CoCo to work.  Lovely, melancholy transformation of Summer into Fall. The sun burns mist into blue skies, in her last-ditch effort to hold on to Summer’s fun. I’m linking to Pierced Wonderings again this week.  She has some beautiful pictures of a Lake Mars. This time through a beautiful orange filter.

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