The Bard on the Hill
The sky is blue-cloudless, but still the sky rains,
Not water it holds, but the dust of the Plains.
The mist that is brown like the land, not the sky, 130 more words
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This Is Where We are
By 7:00am it was already too hot to stay in the caravan so we packed up and head for the Cambridge ruins. These are the ruins of an early settlement property. 1,253 more words
5 days, 19 hours
This morning I noticed a few campfires alight for breakfast. Tylor had set up our fire last night but wasn’t able to light it because it was too windy. 1,111 more words
5 days, 22 hours
It seldom happens, but I love the euphoric allure that accompanies the possibility of getting ahead of the game.
On occasion, I experience that feel-good rush of satisfaction that comes from being one step ahead of myself—or am deluded into believing such is the case. 784 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?
3 weeks, 5 days
Jennifer's Photography And Design
Life is full of surprises, some pleasant and some are not so pleasant. The only thing that is certain is that uncertainty is right around the corner. 593 more words