Within this World (photo essay)

Galaxies within galaxies within galaxies. The penultimate frontier.

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world 5

world 6

world 4

world 2

Top to bottom: small cannonball, civil war era; light bulb; soap bubbles (negative); black-light bulb; water bubbles (negative); granite sphere on grave monument.


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Out of This World

Nature, naturally

When I think about the best parts of living in the Pacific Northwest portion of the United States, I think of the diversity of nature. With my home situated near Portland, Oregon, I am just hours away from beaches, forests, mountains and high desert (with the occasional urban area thrown in).

This week’s Daily Post photo challenge asks us to show images of where we live. I just happen to have a ton of photos 😉 , but I’ll narrow it down to a handful.

Oregon Coast

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The Pacific Ocean near Oceanside, Oregon

Forests

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Ochoco National Forest, Oregon

Mountains

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Mt. Saint Helens in Skamania County, Washington State. This volcano erupted most recently in 1980.

High Desert

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Painted Hills near Mitchell, Oregon

And of course, the city where I live, Vancouver, Washington

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Columbia River and the Vancouver, Washington river bank.


To see the sights of where others call home, go to The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Tour Guide

on the path

You may stumble when you
walk amongst shadows,
but in the darkest of dark,
the vision held in your mind
will shed guiding light
on the path before you.

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Keep to the path, and
give thanks for the shadows,
for the light can be blinding and
obscure your way.
But the vision held in your mind
will stay tempered and clear
by remembrance of shadows and
the respite of shade.

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Cee’s Black & White photo challenge: Outdoor ~ Walks or Roads

One Spoke

spokes

I am but one spoke in the wheel.
I carry only a small portion of the load.
The wheel could function without me.
It sustains itself as a whole.

I am but one spoke in the wheel.
I do my part.
I carry my share of the load.
I hold strong.

We are but spokes in a wheel.
We support one another.
We rely on one another.
We work together to carry a load that
none of us could sustain on our own.

Without each spoke,
the wheel weakens.
Without us all, the wheel would collapse.
The vehicle’s motion would cease.

We cannot steer the vehicle.
We must rely on other mechanisms to
choose our direction.
We must trust in others, as others trust in us.

Together, in faith, we make the journey.

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The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Weathered