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.)
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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Look forward to your responses.
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.
, Reena Saxena Sun God , parallax Until , I Write Her Shockingly Good Day , Poetry Palette Passion from the Sky , radhikasreflection Sun’s Trail , bushboys world Into the Sun , nowathome Sun , Sgeoil No Matter What , oneletterUP Sunny Day , Stuff and what if… Dreaming , Hammad Rais From Rise Till Set
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See you tomorrow for a new challenge!
A walk in nature reduces life-sized problems
to ant-like awe – an open secret often ignored.
I travel back roads, am humbled by
the power of farm machines, the vastness of the sky.
Gratitude larger than this limiting skin.
(For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy challenge:
make yourself small; Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: roads; and, Reena’s Exploration challenge: oxymorons.)
Narrow this road
into deepening woods intrigue commands exploration
Some passages overgrown with obstacles call to a younger self – imagination only ventures this way.
(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge:
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.
Let’s evoke the power of the sun this week, with images, poems, and stories to warm us up.
Look forward to your responses.
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Got to get me some of that juice!
Some of my favourite lines from this week’s prompt (credited in order):
unforgettable forgotten new and improved starving for identity a subtle manipulation
Reena Saxena Eugi’s Causerie I Write Her parallax Sgeoil
Thanks to all who participated. See you tomorrow for a new challenge.