Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

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In Auckland, New Zealand, the Sky Tower has become an iconic landmark in the city’s skyline due to its height and unique design. When measured from the ground to the top of the mast, it is 328 meters (or 1,076 feet) tall, making it the tallest freestanding structure in the Southern Hemisphere. But, as David Eagleman says: “Everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed”, so how much longer until something taller takes its place?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

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Tame the Rhythm

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I’ve always wanted to write one of those rambling,

meditative poems. The kind where you just know

it’s a poem and not some random piece of prose

without the use of punctuation or rhythm

that has been skillfully put together

by someone who has more words on a given subject

than his mind can possibly contain

but has somehow managed with much finesse

to incorporate every single one of them

into one cohesive idea.                                                                      

I particularly like the part where the author

 

completes a sentence after a paragraph break just to show off

his ability, his brilliance, his absolute and utter artistry

at keeping you tuned in to his train of thought.

I LOVE that style, I really do!

But,

just when I think I’m making progress,

my pesky sense of rhythm kicks back in.

Feeling woefully defeated I concede

I have written yet another boring poem!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Tame

Autumn’s Touch

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There’s a stillness that is Autumn

on this crisp October morning.

Even geese are silent and

I wonder how far South they’ll choose to fly.

 

At the moment day awakens

Mother Nature gives a yawn, then

she flexes magic fingers

and throws colors at the hills and the sky.

 

From the trees on the horizon,

leaves become undone. They drift like

amber snowflakes to the ground.

How dazzling they become before they die!

 

This is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Believe

(because I believe it is His plan to give us the most colorful season right before He delivers the most stark one)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Pedestrian

The original definition of pedestrian is dull, commonplace, not interesting. While this horse may have the rather pedestrian task of pulling a jaunting car full of tourists through the Killarney National Park in County Kerry Ireland, there is nothing pedestrian about the scenery! He has a glorious view of Ross Castle in the distance as he plods along the park trail.

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The second definition of pedestrian is a person who is walking, especially in a town or city, rather than traveling in a vehicle. In Berlin, pedestrian tourists often visit Checkpoint Charlie, once a crossing point between East and West Berlin. The original structure is now located in a museum and a replica is in its place. Tourists stand in line to have their picture taken with actors dressed as military policemen in front of the guard house.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Pedestrian

Weekly Photo Challenge: Layered

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Sometimes snow falls so high in the mountains that it never melts, even in the summer. Over time, layer upon layer, the snow pack builds. Soon the weight of the snow in the upper layers presses down on the layers beneath. Eventually some of the layers morph into solid ice allowing the whole thing to slide. That’s when you have a glacier! Alaska is full of them, each one different and magnificent!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Layered

Photo taken on a cruise of Glacier Bay, Alaska

The Last Rose of Summer

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“‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone”

Out in my garden, this may or may not be the last rose of summer, but the droplets of rain from an early morning shower must think it is. They hang on as if there’s no place else they’d rather be!

“The Last Rose of Summer” is a poem by the Irish poet Thomas Moore. He wrote it in 1805 while staying at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland. He was also a singer, songwriter and entertainer, now best remembered for the lyrics of “The Minstrel Boy”.

This is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Thorny. They may be hard to see, but the thorns are definitely there.

The Thrill is Gone

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My affair with coffee started in earnest during my working years. As an accountant, I was married to my desk. My computer and I could finish each other’s sentences. Week days were nothing but debits and credits and budgets, oh my!

To divert the monotony, I began to visit the break-room for coffee. One cup became two, two became three – you see where this is going? It used to be just a morning thing, then I decided why not drink coffee all day long? To make the infatuation even worse, my place of employment installed one of those fancy little machines where you could make whatever flavor you wanted! Mocha, Hazelnut, and Butter Pecan were my favorites! When I retired nearly five years ago, I’m sure the line item amount budgeted for coffee was significantly reduced.

Retirement came with considerable changes in routine, but the amount of coffee I drank was not one of them. I still spent hours on the computer, but instead of plugging numbers into spreadsheets, I would string words together to make a story or a poem. Coffee continued to be a reason to get up, take a break and refocus. My affair with coffee lived on!

Soon, I began to rely on coffee to co-author my writing. Some mornings, words awoke with the first cup and sometimes they didn’t appear until after the third. I was convinced there was a direct connection between the number of paragraphs on the page and the amount of coffee I consumed. I remember one chilly morning trying to come up with just the perfect word to fill the void in a poem I was working on. I struggled to find a compromise between the expected word and one with an abstract meaning. I lifted my cup and there it was, mingled in the black liquid magic! The perfect word! Would I have found it were it not for coffee?

Unfortunately, coffee and I will have to part ways! On a completely innocent visit to my doctor, he discovered the truth about my romance with caffeine. For assorted reasons, he suggested I drastically ease my fling with coffee or he wouldn’t allow it at all! Imagine my grief!

The good news is that we don’t have to break-up completely, coffee and me. We can still see each other two times a day. But now, when I go into the kitchen to drain the pot; when the last drop of motivation is in my cup, I wonder where I’ll find the words if they don’t show up before the cup is empty!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Sympathy (because it is with great sympathy that I end my affair with coffee!)