left without a word now come crawling back to me I’m so glad you’re home

Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Abandoned
left without a word now come crawling back to me I’m so glad you’re home

Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Abandoned

When I was a child
we played with sticks, rocks and mud, and
garter snakes until they escaped
into the long grass of unmown fields.
We looked for frog eggs —
and later for tadpoles — in
murky ditches of standing water
alongside gravel roads.
We went barefoot
and sometimes forgot to sidestep
the patches of barbed sand stickers that
latched onto the soles of our feet.
When I was a child
growing up in a small town,
I never realized
what a privilege it was.
CFFC: Blue and White

Cassoulet and Château Laffite-Teston Vielles Vignes 2006

Cordon Bleu and Pascal Janvier Cuvée Du Silex Jasnières 2008

Corn Dogs and Keystone Amber Light 2016
The Daily Post daily prompt: Connection
CB&W photo challenge: Couples, twins, two of anything
cyclical seasons geometric life patterns spurn linear time

Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Circle
birds gather on wires dark clouds gather in the sky I gather my belongings and seek shelter from the storm

Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Gathering
Bird on a Wire

Budding Branches with Winged Warbler

Bent Buoyant Bystander Watching Waning Water

You can see the Blue Heron in blue at my prior post about Portland, Oregon’s “Blue Heron Day.”
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CB&W) topic this week is “Starts with the Letters B or W.”
This week Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge focuses on diagonal lines, with extra credit for a couple of photos illustrating things for which we are thankful.
Here are my diagonals:
First up, these clever weeds who had the wherewithal to grow in rows.

A tree splintered in a windstorm.

These branches reaching toward one another remind me of Michelangelo’s “Creation of Adam” frescoe. They also remind me of the rose hip jelly my granny used to make.

A caterpillar makes his escape across a railroad tie.

And my two “thankfuls:”
I am thankful that nature hasn’t given up on us. And thankful that there are numerous people and organizations working to preserve nature and repair the damage we’ve done to this planet.

I am thankful that humanity hasn’t given up on itself, and that there are multitudes of kind, caring people despite what we might see to the contrary in our newsfeeds.

Cee’s Compose Yourself Photo Challenge: Week #8 Diagonal Lines

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.
patterns underfoot functional and beautiful balance sole and soul


