7-26-14: Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’

The challenge is something you love. It doesn’t actually have to be anything to do with summer but, why not.  This is from Wellfleet, Massachusetts, a place I truly love.

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Other loves:

http://fakeormistake.net/2014/07/10/summer-levitation/

http://mittenedhands.com/2014/07/25/summer-joy/

http://varietyoflight.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/weekly-photo-challenge-summer-lovin/

http://varietyoflight.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/weekly-photo-challenge-summer-lovin/

http://justanothernatureenthusiast.org/2014/07/25/summer-lovin-weekly-photo-challenge/

http://alienorajt.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/summer-lovin/

http://cxianliu.wordpress.com/2014/07/24/a-yellow-rose/

http://notbikiniready.wordpress.com/2014/07/20/crock-pot-jambalaya/

http://sophiesophrosyne.wordpress.com/2014/07/24/monteriggioni/

http://kleesbutterfly.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/summer-lovin-the-deep-blue-sea/

 

06-13-14 Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra Extra

Today was an Extra day all around. Friday the 13th AND a full moon?  What’s up with that? Anyway the moon put me in mind of this Cape Cod extra. The shot was lined up and ready to go and suddenly the fog thinned slightly…

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Some other extras…

http://brokenlightcollective.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/beautiful-and-ominous/

http://ambitiousdrifter.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/weekly-photo-challenge-something-extra/

http://whymatters.me/2014/06/13/weekly-photo-challenge-extra-extra/

http://myvividvisions.com/2014/06/13/someone-is-looking-at-extra-extra-diu-fort/

http://mittenedhands.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/gooooal/

http://nenskeifacestheworld.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/extra-smile/

http://jgtravels.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/weekly-photo-challenge-extra-extra/

http://ambitiousdrifter.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/weekly-photo-challenge-an-extra-something-extra/

http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/weekly-photo-challenge-extra-extra/

http://ilargia64.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/wpc-extra-the-unexpected-visitor/

 

5-23-14 the Unofficial Start Of Summer – (Shouldn’t We Have Spring First?)

A very pretty day in Wellfleet today.

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True the temperature was only around 60 and the wind was kicking up but It is the unofficial start of summer they tell me and the Atlantic beckoned…

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3-25-14

“Weather forecast for tonight: dark.”

George Carlin

A few lazy snowflakes are coming down outside. “They” think we will only get 1-3 inches but Cape Cod and Down East Maine are supposed to get hit hard.

But for those folks who are feeling as if winter will never end, a little slice of July 2013.

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1-23-14 To The Waters And The Wild

Another long day inside with data and keywords, optimizing SEO and organizing, but a part of me has been in this field where Henderson Lake spills into The Hudson.

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WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
William Butler Yeats