Today is Silent Sunday. Having just returned from a trip to Redwood National Park and State Parks in California, my post today features some of the awe-inspiring ancient trees we saw. There will be more photos to come, as well as contextual pieces about our trip.
I wasn’t sure I’d get a post up for Poetry Friday this week. I leave on Sunday with my eldest son, aged 28, for a trip to California! We are going to visit Redwoods National Park! I am excited! My husband and pets will be staying home to work on our garage-building project – he’s…
In searching for a poem last night, I experienced a touch of serendipity. Yesterday, we went to one of the fabulous Wisconsin State Parks – Copper Falls. It was two hours away from where we live, in the very Northwestern part of our state. You can read about the visit here, if you wish. On…
Today is Silent Sunday. It is the day of the week I only post my own photographs on a theme of my choice. Thanks for stopping by!
We returned to the gray skies of Minneapolis yesterday, where I noticed upon leaving the airport that everything was gray – not just the skies! The buildings, the roads, the bark on the trees – even the State Capitol building – were all gray. My husband and I were returning from a week in the…
#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 If you want to make a guess on what is in each photo – give me the number and your guess in the comments. Thanks. Silent Sunday is a day during each week when I post my own photos on a theme of my choice….
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Today is Silent Sunday! This is the day each week that I post my own photos on a theme of my choice. There is no text with the exception of the captions. On my Medium.com page, Sunday afternoons, I post the context behind the photos. You can check there later if you need more information.
This is the second in a series of poems I’m writing on how trees wear snow in the winter. How a Cedar Wears Snow My branches called boughs Are bending low, in a frown Snow came, fast, wet, and heavy Making my boughs bow down Leaning over, I look sad Under the weight of the…