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Steve Beal Sr.

I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.

Woods and the Rising Sun

Woods and the Rising Sun   It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.

Hang On

Some of you know that I have been going to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra perform in concert for 17 consecutive years now. It has truly become a staple in my Christmas season every year.

More Than A View

I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would  be better than we… 

Sun in the Corner

The sun was setting on the distant horizon, with splendor that captured everyone’s eyes.  But I noticed what it shone on, and noticing it’s beauty was truly my prize.

Autumn Rays

Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say. Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!

2016 Election From A Small State Where It All Begins

It’s after 1am. I am wide awake. I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Not now anyways. This election for the President of the United States is not over, yet. Sitting here, I can still… 

DIY Compost Bin

I think it’ll be fairly obvious in these pictures, that I am not much of a “do-it-yourself-er”. Either way though, I am sharing this. Today, with the help of my mother, and my 6-year old… 

Den Rock Walk

Den Rock Walk – Den Rock Park Hidden in the midst of population, business, and all of the bustle, I found this old Native American land called Den Rock Park. I guess when you think… 

Green Ceiling

Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.

Night Lights in NH

It was 39°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.

Funeral

But I was wrong, it wasn’t the good that had left the room, but rather the feeling of evil had entered and hung like a thick black smoke over everyone and every thing. I can’t say that I have ever felt that way before, but it was a place to which not a soul I’d ever again wish to bring.

I Stood In The Rain

The other day, I went outside seeking a connection to the those now gone.

Specifically, I was looking for the one we loved, the one we call, John.

The Story of the Show Tree

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Grasmere grandeur. (c) 1inawesomewonder 2016. (click on image to enlarge)

This tree dazzled all that passed by, with its’ brilliance in color and personality.

But I paid attention when it beckoned, and I listened to what it had to say to me.

NH Foliage Trip 2016

It may be best to watch this video in full-screen, high-definition. Recently I took my Mom, my Aunt, and my Uncle on a foliage trip. We traveled all over the Mt. Kearsarge region of New… 

Low Ceiling

  Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load. Either way, you can’t go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road.

The Property (Ours and Flowers)

We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.

Wild Card Baseball

Well the two Wild Card games have been played. Both were exciting. Both were decided by final inning, 3-run homers, one being of the walk-off variety. Madison Bumgarner continued to be a post season immortal.… 

Month of Missing

Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.