Older Than Old

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When I was ten, my family travelled to England to visit my father’s family. Grandmother gifted us this odd looking vase, something she claimed to be over a hundred years old. I inherited it when my mother went into a nursing home. Always a conversation piece.

This 1,000 year-old tree continues to thrive on Goose Island State Park in Texas. Is there a word for something older than an antique?

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: Over 100 Years Old.)

V.J.'s Weekly Challenge #85: mission

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Winters in Ontario, Canada, can linger far beyond their past due date – not a scenario I look forward to – so this week I’ve made it my mission to seek out signs of spring.

While the river is still frozen, I found this break in the ice on an offshoot stream. It’s a start.

What’s your personal mission this week? Of course, the word mission carries other meanings and is open for interpretation.

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I Found It!

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Shadows stretch, rejoice
as sunbeams accentuate
certainty of Spring.

What glorious posts this week’s prompt has inspired. Thank you for your conjuring, your images, and your words of inspiration.

Sun God, Reena Saxena
Until, parallax
Shockingly Good Day, I Write Her
Passion from the Sky, Poetry Palette
Sun’s Trail, radhikasreflection
Into the Sun, bushboys world
Sun, nowathome
No Matter What, Sgeoil
Sunny Day, oneletterUP
Dreaming, Stuff and what if…
From Rise Till Set, Hammad Rais


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See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

V.J.'s Weekly Challenge #84: sun

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Despite Ric’s protest that the light is not good, I take the camera and drive to the river. It’s February, traditionally a sunless month. I need to get out.

The sky is heavy and grey, clouds undefinable. Still, the sun makes his presence known, as if he too is tired of the somber mood. I pull over to take a photo.



A large bird flies overhead – an eagle. Flocks of Canada Geese line the river banks, Mallards among them. A pair of Common Mergansers float past.

I take very few pictures, content to feel the cool air on my face, offering a silent prayer to the sun that he stay strong, keep persisting.

Soon these trees will be ripe with buds and the thrill of migrating birds. I can wait.

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Let’s evoke the power of the sun this week, with images, poems, and stories to warm us up.

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