1906 photo in public domain. Shipwreck of the Peter Iredale. Warrenton, OR.
Constructed by the power of
human ingenuity,
skill and
strength.
Deconstructed by the forces of
wind,
tidal action,
salt corrosion,
shifting sands,
sea creatures,
and the most stealthy factor of them all …
time.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature
There are three kinds in this world…
First, there are those who live simple, calm lives. They dress in subdued shades, can often be found in repose under shady trees, and if you listen carefully, you can hear them softly chanting peaceful mantras as they sway in the gentle spring breeze.
Then, there are those who are more flamboyant, more vibrant. Their lives are more complex and convoluted, but they like it that way. They like the limelight… er, sunlight, and while they remain — for the most part — rooted in reality, you will often find them just bobbing their heads in rhythm to a tune only they can hear.
And lastly, there are those “unique” characters who…
well… you know who I’m talking about.
Which kind are you?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Intricate
Don't wait to ascend to Heaven on High. Here, now, live heaven on Earth.
1906 Peter Iredale Shipwreck, Warrenton OR
“Is he part Shar-Pei?” she asks. She hands my latte out the drive-through window. “All those wrinkles!”
Bella glares from the passenger seat, indignant at being mistaken for a male, let alone a Shar-Pei. Look at the pink collar, for Chrissake!
“No, she’s just a worrier, so her forehead wrinkles. Part boxer, part lab.” Part opportunist, waiting for me to set my drink in the cup holder between us.
A pink collar doesn’t necessarily indicate gender, I tell Bella as we drive away.
I know of a male dog named Pink. He’s black. He wears a pink collar. His owner, holding onto Pink’s pink leash, spoke of a prior pet dying of cancer. This is his tribute to the deceased pet. Pink doesn’t seem to care what color his collar and leash are. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. And he’s not a worrier like Bella.
I’m not going to worry either, I decide. I don’t want to get worry wrinkles on my forehead, lest someone mistakes me for a Shar-Pei and tries to collar me.
Bella is skeptical that that would ever happen. Her wrinkles unfold a bit as she stretches to lick the foam off the lid to my latte. You should worry, though, she tells me. After all, you think you’re conversing with a dog.
And next time? Ask for non-fat. My collar is getting a bit tight and I need to watch my figure.
Shar-Pei indeed!
If I only had wings, I tell myself longingly, I could explore so many new places, savor so many new sights, immerse myself in so many new adventures. Yes, I muse, sighing as I sink further into the soft cushions of the well-worn couch, propping my perfectly functional feet onto the matching well-worn ottoman. If I only had wings...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion
She came into Being whole and flawless, yet we tried to perfect Perfection as if we somehow knew better than God. Sadly, we were mistaken.
Robins chirping
in the trees
me yawning
in my slippers
worms burrowing
deeper into the
dew-softened soil
lest they fall prey
to the early bird
Weekly Photo Challenge: Early Bird
What Rhymes with Stanza? 