A Sleepover and a Surprise

“Do you want to drive by the river and see if we can find the eagles?” “Yes!  Then I can tell Mom and Dad and August that I saw them!  August loves birds too.” I smile.  August is two-years-old.  We have picked up Sloane for an overnight with Grandma and Grumpa. “It’s pretty overcast.  I […]

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Magical Light (Lens-Artists)

Light accentuates….bedazzles… transforms ordinary into magical… slips beneath the shadows… and glows fantastic. (For Lens-Artists Weekly Photo Challenge:  Magical Light)

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Dahlia

Days shorten, threaten – icy shards of rain torture lingering red holds. (Cee’s FOTD)

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #23: Character

It’s a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age rising from within to leave its scar – Kate Morton, The Distant Hours The school board I worked for introduced an initiative to promote character education in the classroom.  Acceptance, caring, honesty, respect, empathy, perseverance, and responsibility were among the traits targeted.  At the start […]

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Sacrifice’s Wrap Up

Up until August 1st of this year, my husband and I lived in motor home for a year, having travelled across North America for six of those months.  It was a drastic change of lifestyle for us, and an incredible journey. As with all change, it required certain sacrifices.  We let go of our bricks […]

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Friday Follies (on Saturday)

There are so many things to be said about this photo, but I’ll just leave it here: Submitted for Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

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Milk Pods (FOTD)

Do wishes come true? I remember milk pod dreams – seeds of hope carried on late summer gusts – winter hovering on the sideline. (Cee’s Flower of the day challenge)

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Buzzing (FOTD)

Greedily lapping life’s bounty, buzzing manic – as if death is near. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Remembrance

My granddaughter paints a row of red flowers with crosses in between.  “Flanders Field” she tells me.  She’s six. “Your great-great grandfather, my grandfather, was shot in Flanders Field.” She raises her eyes to meet mine.  “Did he die?” “No, but he was injured.” He was crawling across the field when the bullet entered and […]

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Withering (FOTD)

Others die, succumb but spirit holds fast, believes – defies withering. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

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