I have two friends, Thayer and Lynda, who are morning walkers. One in Maine, one in Oklahoma. I admire them both and decided to emulate them in the place where I live. In the past, when I have had time for photographing, I would wander the mountain roads. A previous story, The Pasture, (https://storiespictures.blog/2024/08/24/pasture-8-24-24/ taught … Continue reading the summer pond 9/22/24
Author: Septuagenarian
Moonlight 9/13/24
My iPhone has the option to shoot in 'portrait' mode. When I edit the image, my kids appear as if they have been captured in moonlight Each day, I find it necessary to rest for a bit. One of the two siblings always find me and proceeds to demonstrate the fine art of napping. On … Continue reading Moonlight 9/13/24
colors of a dream 9/3/24
When we experience a change, even if it is ultimately for the better, the initial aftermath is a feeling of loss. And right on its heels is sorrow. Having recently had such a change and felt the subsequent sadness, I found myself in meditation this morning. I’ll admit it – I was begging for help. … Continue reading colors of a dream 9/3/24
Thistle 8/31/24
This is another simple story about a plant I admire and find beautiful. Here grows a thicket of blooms beside the barn that I pass each day as I head toward Luna’s paddock. My lineage is Irish, Scottish and English. The emblem of Scotland is one I have always found enchanting. The thistle represents overcoming … Continue reading Thistle 8/31/24
Pasture 8/24/24
A story about capturing the passage of time while remaining in one place. A story of the everchanging beauty of one piece of this precious earth. Luna came to the barn, CloudView Stables, nearly eight years ago. For eight years, as I head for home, this is my fare well view. Beyond the gate, a … Continue reading Pasture 8/24/24
Movement & my horse
As I inch toward higher end of the septuagenarian box, the aging of my physical body has become more apparent. My joints ache, arthritis has crept into my feet and my balance is pitiful! I sound like the old people I grew up around! I used to call their complaints an “organ recital.” My generation … Continue reading Movement & my horse
Reflections on a Maine adventure 7/20/24
Each morning, I left my tiny cabin and headed for the backroads. I generally aimed toward water, but wandered much as I do in Colorado, with no specific destination; taking roads that pique my curiosity. The first morning, on a road I later learned was private, there were 6 wild turkeys marching in single file … Continue reading Reflections on a Maine adventure 7/20/24
Harbors 7/17/24
"Geographically, curved arms of land offering shelter from the open sea. An area next to the shore, where watercrafts are anchored when seeking safety in stormy weather. A word that can refer to a place of safety, a part of a body of water, or a way of sheltering something." The defining words above remind … Continue reading Harbors 7/17/24
Lobster July 18, 2024
When I think of Maine, I think of lobster, the prehistoric crustaceans who thrive in the cold waters off the coast. We rarely think about the journey traveled by this rich ‘fruit de mer’ which lands on our plate along with warm butter and a bib. One day I was wandering the backroads in the … Continue reading Lobster July 18, 2024
Power at the Dynamic Edge 7/19/24
The surfaces of our earth have been formed by massive movements of tectonic plates along with convection of the mantle, which resulted in what we call geology. When two different masses collide, I call that result a "dynamic edge." The edge of Maines Acadia shoreline is composed of ancient sedimentary layers, thrust upward by tectonic … Continue reading Power at the Dynamic Edge 7/19/24
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