A fjord is a long, narrow inlet with steep sides or cliffs, created by glacial erosion. This pristine coastal fjord extends to a vanishing point, but what beauty lies beyond? In Alaska, merely seek and ye shall find!
for Nancy Merrill”s Photo-a-Week-Challenge: Vanishing Point
Photo taken in Misty Fjords, Alaska
Days are bleak and cold
Without you here beside me
I feel so alone
Rest assured, dear readers, that I am neither sad nor alone; but the sight of this snow-covered glider speaks of solitude to me, thus prompting the Haiku.
The main rule of Haiku writing, of course, is three lines containing 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively, but there are many acceptable ways to accomplish that. One popular technique is the “complete thought per two lines” rule. Imagine if I removed the third line. Would the first two lines form a complete sentence or thought? Conversely, if the first line was removed, would the second and third lines be complete? When You’re Not Here is an example of this technique.
Wishing you warmth and contentment today and always,
Grammy
This is an eroded patch of asphalt on the sidewalk where I often walk. Each time I pass it, the shape reminds me of the continent of Africa. The other day I snapped a picture so I could compare it to a map. There is a remarkable resemblance, so now when I go for a walk – I just tell my husband I’m going to Africa and back!
Don’t you just love it when God paints the sky?
For Skywatch Friday. Check out more images at the Skywatch Site!
in a world of anonymous strangers
we surrender to the trendy lure
of being something we’re not
hoping integrity won’t seize our soul
and ruin our imperfect happiness
while blindly we sleepwalk like mindless zombies
crashing into this, tripping over that,
unable to rid ourselves of the
monotone voices that urge us
to touch, but not to feel,
to look, but not to see
our faceless selves
all going nowhere,
seeking nothing
We, as humans, are a mystery to me sometimes – for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery
After weeks filled with hectic preparation
sadly, another Christmas has come and gone.
Anticipation of festive joy was riding high
as a propensity for Christmas magic
was all it took to keep my hope and dreams alive.
Now the holiday is over and the magic is gone –
packed away in plastic containers
amid shiny baubles and strings of lights.
Hope has become just hope again
and dreams have become just dreams
… until next year
when the magic is unpacked.
Merry Christmas from me
and Fire Station No. 3
…and Happy Solstice Day.
Photo taken at Silver Dollar City in Branson, Missouri
