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!
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
A poem for my grandchildren:
This morning from my window I saw tracks in the snow.
“Look!” I said to Momma, “Can we see where they go?”
“It’s cold outside!” she answered, “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Oh, I do!” I said to Momma, “I’ll go get my coat and hat!”
So, I ran to the closet where we keep our winter clothes.
I pulled out boots and mittens plus a scarf to shield my nose.
With Momma bundled up like me, we stepped outside together.
So warmly we had dressed ourselves we didn’t mind the weather.
Tracks led us to the river, then up the rocky ridge,
through the brush and bramble and over the narrow bridge.
We heard a sound then turned to see a fawn and graceful doe
huddled close together under branches hanging low.
The baby deer lay on the ground curled up fast asleep
on a simple bed of crusty leaves where the snow was not as deep.
The doe leaped to attention watching every move we made,
but we were nice and quiet, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
I looked into her big brown eyes and softly said “Hello!”
“So, you’re the ones who left behind the tracks in the snow.”
As Momma took me by the hand, we slowly backed away
from the handsome gentle creatures who had surely made my day.
Across the bridge and through the brush, then up to the plateau,
we paused for just a moment to enjoy the view below.
So brightly the sun glistened that each snowflake was a jewel,
just like glitter on a picture that I had made at school.
Back home I shed my coat and hat. Somewhere I’d lost a mitten.
“Hot chocolate?” Momma asked me as she headed for the kitchen.
“Thanks”, I said to Momma when she handed me a cup.
It tasted great, but really, it’s her smile that warmed me up!
I sat down by the window just as I had done that morning
with thoughts of all we’d seen and done while we were out exploring.
I gazed down to the path where we had been not long ago.
“Look!” I said to Momma, “we made tracks in the snow!”
Always find joy in the little things, my dears!
with love,
Grammy
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