It Must Be, Lisa Lavie!
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.
I can only imagine what the scene looks like from atop the massive stage where the band performs.
And I thought reflection in humility would serve well the left or the right.
But where would I rather be? If everyday this were mine to see.
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…
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.
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!
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…
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…
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
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.
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.
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…
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
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.
Welcome to Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park in Ashland, NH. This campground sits right on the banks of the Pemigewasset River. Thanks to the Queen City Mothers of Twins Club for a wonderful camping weekend along…
#happyindependenceday Enjoying the freedoms we still have. May God bless the USA.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day and I wanted to get this off of my mind before the actual day. Over the last couple of weeks this thought has been creeping into my psyche a little more often every day. Until these last few days, when it has downright bugged me, bothered me, and otherwise haunted me. I asked my wife yesterday, “What am I supposed to do on Father’s Day, with no father, for the first time in my life?”
I suppose I still don’t know the answer. But I know that I miss my Dad an awful lot.

Today, the twins (now 6 years old all of a sudden) graduated from kindergarten. There was a short celebration event outside the school in the 87 F heat.
The kids, separated into their three different class groups, and walked in a procession to the front of the seating area. They sang some songs, received their certificates, and listened to some remarks, all after we all pledged allegiance to the flag. Listening to myself recite the words to the pledge made me think of many stories that have made recent headlines around the globe. I will leave it at that for now. The ceremony was brief and it was adorable.
I’m here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I’m missing my Dad. He’d be sitting right here, outside in the warm air.…
This is the second story of this type that I have seen in a week. I am assuming there was an adult driving each vehicle. We are getting smarter folks. My, my, how far we…
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Against the Grain
I am here, I just don’t know if you can see me.
Here is where it all begins, but so far, there is no end.
You were here once it seems, but were you, then again.
Maybe it was me, and what I wanted, I had to pretend.
This little visitor popped by today. The twins and I were happy to take a look at this natural beauty.
Oh Mother our lives have changed so much over this past year. I can’t get through a single day without shedding a tear. Oh Mother, I pray that you will enjoy your special day. We…
Sometimes I happen along during the day-to-day and I see something that reminds me of a scene I have seen somewhere before. In this case, it was turkey vultures on a pole, and it reminded me of…
In recent weeks, Dad had talked with my Mom about how he could not wait to take (I would drive them) Mom back to Canada again this year. Then, on April 14, 2016, God intervened, and took Dad to his eternal home.