Posts Tagged ‘view’

A Little Girl up in the Clouds

What fun it would be to watch the earth from a cloud way up high!

There’s a young cloud-girl on the right side of a cloud, way up high in the sky.

Her dog sits on the opposite side of the shallow cloud-bowl they’re sitting on.

 I wonder what their view looks like from way up high?

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Shades of Green

I was lazy and resting on the couch.

The couch is across the living room from the west window.

I couldn’t help but notice the myriad of the shades of greens in my view.

I took pictures, in awe of all the greens — the ones close and those far away.

The closest branch here is right outside the living room window.

I can sit on the couch and admire this view in all seasons, at different times of the day and in the differing weathers.

Oh, What a Night!

Our living room window looks toward the west, over a highway, across a farmer’s field and on over to woods and a house.

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I usually sit by the window and eat my supper. The view varies.

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A tall wall of clouds added drama to this unusual view.

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Then the sun held it’s spot. The odd thing was there wasn’t a definite hard-edged to the sun’s shape.

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The sun seemed to emanate with slightly changing colors.

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It all seemed to stand still in its part of the sky’s landscape.

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Where exactly was the sun’s location? Apparently it created its own pattern and shapes of light.

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What was sinking in what?

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… and then an eagle soared by.

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I still don’t understand why the sun lacked a definite shape.

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The colors gradually faded as night approached.

We Had FOG!

We woke to dense fog and the temperature below freezing.

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My first thought was to get my camera and get pictures of the fog. Somehow fog becomes orbs in the pictures.

I went outside later when I saw ice on the branches of the hackberry tree by our house.

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The fog had frozen and crystallized on small surfaces like this spider web.

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It was all to small to show just how the ice had formed from teeny beads of ice.

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The drop remaining on the twig and the hanging strand were both frozen.

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This picture absolutely blew my mind. I can’t explain how this “happened” unless there were dry sections in the strand of spider silk.

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The ice’s existence all looked impossible …

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 and to stay suspended like that. If you look close in the two pictures above, you can see the spider’s silk.

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This one measured a half-inch long at the most.

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The fluff on a dried milkweed plant … well, it’s holding a lot of ice. Notice the larger ice ball on the lower right. It shows how water reverses the reflections … the sky is along the bottom.

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I took this last picture at noon to show how much fog still remained.

A Cloudy Day Short Hike

It may not have been a bright sunny day (early in February). At least it was near freezing, and a light snow began falling. Buffy and I just had to get out before the next weather possibility.

A pretty day doesn’t have to be bright and sunny.

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This grassy expanse, on my rural property, is a sandstone barrens. There’s another barrens on the other side of the ravine. Little bluestem grass is the dominate plant.

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Last night’s heavy rain increased

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the flow in the creek.

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It didn’t look like anybody was at home.

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Sandstone outcroppings occur commonly along the ravine.

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I call this outcrop “my rock.” It has a natural seat (top left) where I sit and enjoy the view.

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View to the left (north).

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View in the front (east) and

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 view to the right (south).

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The little bluestem grew taller last summer than I’ve ever seen it before. The stalks grew to my height and even more. I’ve seen it less than 3 feet during severe drought years.

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Mini snow cones for sale?

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We passed five deer feeding near the road on our way home.

My Rock

One of my two writing mentors, way back when, was intrigued that I had a rock. He was referring to a rock seat on my rural property. Harlan had never known anyone who’d had such a thing. I own 33 acres down in the hills, 7 miles south of our house. Shawnee National Forest land borders it on the south.

My rock is at the top of a 20-25 foot bluff. My seat is on the edge toward the camera. Part of it is covered with dried leaves. The height of the rock and a flat slight depression creates a perfect seat. The vantage point offers a broad view of the ravine and the wet-weather creek running through it.

The angle of the 9:30 sun this morning created a patchwork of fall colors.

This shows the view to the south. There’s a short overhang on the right that doesn’t show in this picture. I’ve sat under it to get out of the rain. I’ve  sat under it and watched snow falling, listening to a creek that hadn’t frozen yet.

  An unobstructed view of the ravine and creek will open up after the leaves fall. This is the view to the north and east.

Buffy enjoyed the view too.

We walked on down the hill so I could take a picture of the bluff.

Almost every hike includes a sit on my rock.  It’s been a place of comfort, a place to sit and enjoy the views differing throughout the year.

… one of the best was at night, with no leaves on the trees, a full moon rising and silhoueting the trees, water running in the creek, and geese honking as they flew over.

“Pause, and Look Up”

Walking along a rocky dry creekbed  this morning, meant watching where I walked.

Then I had a thought, “Pause, and look up.”

From then on I paused often to enjoy the overhead view.

A tufted titmouse, Carolina wren, blue jay, white-breasted nuthatch, downy woodpecker, Carolina chickadee, common flicker, red bellied woodpecker and yellow-throated vireo all added their calls to the morning.

I couldn’t believe this small Christmas fern survived last winter, growing in a small depression of this large rock in the creek. Then today, I couldn’t believe it survived the severe drought this summer. It must have some secret I don’t know about.