For all the t.p. hoarders in the world…
This week, Cee Neuner’s Black & White Photo Challenge: was Words that end in “ock”. I knew right away that I was going to pick one of my favourite places in the world – sitting on the dock of a friend’s cottage. It’s on a river, not a bay, but somehow I am now whistling Otis Redding’s song, Dock of the Bay. You too? You’re welcome!
Sometimes I read a book or take photos. But mostly it’s been the perfect place to wrestle with my own thoughts. Occasionally I make notes. In the evening, when it gets too dark to see and all the boats are silent, I just watch the sun set and breathe.
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Special thanks to Big Guy for catching me having a quiet moment early one morning last summer.
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Monday was Family Day. It was clear and cold, but I had to make a quick stop at the park on the way out of town after visiting my family.
First I took photos of the FLOCK.
Then I took photos of the STACK.
As well as photos of the PARK.
Finally, I took photos of the WORKERS on the train TRACK.
Walk your own path and be yourself.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter. – John Burroughs
This is my post for Cee Neuner’s Fun Foto Challenge: Winter. If you’re a photographer looking for a challenge, Cee also has other challenges like, black & white, flower of the day, on the hunt for joy, as well as listings for other challenges to keep you inspired & inspiring!
The day after the snow fell, the leaves gave up their will to live and dropped in one collective clump all over the neighbourhood. And even though we received WAY more snow than usual, it melted, leaving the landscape a brown and barren place. The only sign of life outside my window has become my muse…
Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know. – Oscar Wilde
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There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Everything changes, even stone. Claude Monet
True joy of nature is when every drop of water shines like a pearl. Anamika Mishra
A stumbling-block for the pessimist; a stepping stone to the optimist.
It’s not Wednesday anymore – I know! Sometimes our good intentions and well-laid plans fall to pieces, and we find ourselves at the end of the week, confused as to what just happened.
I had to stop and think about where the time flew…This week I inched along a highway in holiday traffic, I spent a lovely afternoon in a Victorian tea room with some fantastic women, I cooked and baked goodies for my family, and I just found out I have to pack most of my kitchen by Monday so it can be torn apart. I may have to borrow my friend’s kitchen! Now that I’m not working, eating out is a luxury! And I’ve started writing. Not here obviously, because it’s not Wednesday any more.
What started this week was a good thing too. Me, the person who would put “Mornings” on the “Top 10 list of things I hate” (alongside spiders and crumbs on the floor), crept from my bed at 7 a.m. last Sunday morning. I was up before anyone else, including the sun. I grabbed a hoodie, shoes and my camera and slipped out the front door. I put my shoes on outside so I wouldn’t wake Big Guy who was sleeping on the couch, and there was frost on that front porch. In fact, everything was covered in frost and the thick grass was soggy. I could see my breath, even without my glasses, which were still inside.
The world was still rapt in silence.
Heavy mist veiled the coloured forest beyond the field, and the dampness crept around the edges of sweater and my bare legs (I was still in my nightshirt)! The skyline remained pale gold for a long time, so I wandered around the back. I startled a mourning dove resting in the tall grass, which made something in the trees scold me for waking it too early.
A single crow’s raspy voice blared like an alarm clock.
Ever so slowly, an almost imperceptible golden warmth begin to embrace the trees, creating the impression of trees on fire. My photos don’t begin to capture the contrast.
My legs and toes were cold and my fingers were beginning to ache. I seriously considered going in, but hesitated, thankfully, long enough to see the sun break over the horizon. The higher it rose, the mist grew thicker and began to move.
A few final snaps and it was all over. I sneaked back in the house and crawled into bed to shiver. My fingers were nearly frozen, but my soul was warm.
The soul that is within me, no man can degrade – Frederick Douglass
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