frost on glass canvas nature’s fleeting art display melts with dawn's warm touch



frost on glass canvas nature’s fleeting art display melts with dawn's warm touch




Unrest amidst these recent ruins,
abandoned shells of concrete rooms;
gray walls, gray clouds, gray misted woods,
dampened air of palpable gloom.

Who walks along these musty halls?
Whose shadows flit across the walls?
A voice from sometime far away…
whose name is it he softly calls?

Whispered tales of haunting ghosts:
a soldier loathe to leave his post,
a submariner from World War Two
who shelled this battery from off the coast.

Strange sightings, chills, and eerie sounds.
Some say a night watchman guards the grounds,
an infantryman from the Civil War,
lantern swinging as he makes his rounds.

Whoever within these walls abide,
be they visiting spirits from the other side,
or mere figments of imaginative minds,
I leave it for you to weigh and decide.
Battery Russell is located in Fort Stevens State Park on the Oregon Coast. For more information about the history of the fort, please visit the Friends of Old Fort Stevens website.
who knows how or why what we plan when young seldom is where we end up


In response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Trio
sadness descending sometimes cold fog enwraps me sometimes a warm shawl



Mannequins in the window
ungainly plastic poses
frozen faces void of expression
Unmoving and unmoved
as I walk past, and yet
I find discomfort in the notion that
perhaps their unseeing eyes
are somehow
watching me


patterns underfoot functional and beautiful balance sole and soul



I’m halfway through the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) challenge of writing a post each day for the entire month of November. It has, indeed, been a challenge. And perhaps a challenge for you, too, in receiving daily posts from me.
Take heart. After this month I fully intend to return to my sporadic “as the mood strikes” posting schedule. Or non-schedule, I guess.
So I promised halftime entertainment… a bit misleading, I confess. There won’t be any scantily clad cheerleaders and megastar wardrobe malfunctions. I don’t even have any clever, funny stories to regale you with today. Mostly, I just thought it made for a catchy post title.
The last time I tried to entertain anyone was when I was serenading my pets with a medley of Neil Diamond tunes. I soon found both of them hiding under the bed. Hmmm… everyone’s a critic.

It surely couldn’t have been my singing, so it must be that they just aren’t Neil Diamond fans. Next time I’ll try Cat Stevens or Three Dog Night.
Okay, halftime is over. Time to get back into the game.
A shout out to Susie Lindau , wild rider extraordinaire, for her mid-challenge inspiration and post ideas.
horizontal lines life sliced in tidy layers imposing order
Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge: Week #6 Horizontal Lines and Horizon