Day 342 – Slipping Back

Slipping Back

Down Time’s quaint stream by Emily Dickinson

Down Time’s quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide —
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Day 309 – Would You Walk It?

Would You Walk It?

Day 309

All Things Decay and Die by Robert Herrick

All things decay with time: The forest sees
The growth and down-fall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,
I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver’s stroke.
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Well, I am feeling pretty full of myself at this point, having completely caught up with my posts!  I am likely going to break my arm while patting myself on the back for actually getting out to get the photos each day too and while I am at it, why not congratulate myself for reading 6 books in the meantime?  I do have to say that it is getting somewhat difficult to do all of this self-congratulation while my cat, Booker, fights me for the keyboard of my laptop, rolling and stretching ever closer to it.  Silly little cat!
I WAS pleasantly surprised tonight as I went back through the posts on Pablo Buitrago’s page that I have missed while reading and found that he has given me the Sunshine Award!  Thank you so much, Pablo!  And as promised, I am responding to the award on this, my final “catch-up” post for this week:
Thanks, Pablo!

What is your favorite color? : I like BLUE.  Any shade of blue will do, though I particularly like that shade that graces the top of a police car when the officer is pulling someone over – hopefully not me though!

Favorite Animal? : Cats – could I be a crazy old cat lady someday?  Possibly…..

Favorite Number? : I haven’t really thought about a favorite number, but I do like even numbers better than odd!

Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink? : Ice.  Water.  Yum.

Prefer Facebook or Twitter? : Facebook – Twitter’s soundbites just annoy the bejeebers out of me – and yes, I do have a Twitter account that only my WordPress posts go to.  I don’t remember the password.

My Passion? : Faith, Family, Fotos.

Prefer Getting Or Giving Gifts? : I am more comfortable giving than receiving.

Favorite Day Of The Week? : Sunday, then Monday – it is the beginning of a fresh new week full of new possibilities!

Favorite Flowers? : Narcissus.  No, lilac!  No, Lily of the Valley!  Or maybe hyacinth or iris.  I can’t possibly choose!

I am supposed to award this Sunshine Award to some people, however as I look through all of the fabulous and talented and wonderful folks I follow, I am having a very difficult time choosing just a few!  But choose I shall:

Antoinette at the Cooking Spree brings me sunshine in every recipe she beautifully presents.

Dawn at 3 Quarters Today brings me sunshine in every positively positive post!

Bonnie at All I’ve Got is a Photograph brings me sunshine with each sweet comment she gives me and each sweet photo she posts.

I am going to stop at three because my brain is positively *boneless* and weary from making it work so hard!  Good night all!

Day 248 – Take Me to the River

Take me to the river

Day 248

Wash of Cold River by Hilda Doolittle

Wash of cold river
in a glacial land,
Ionian water,
chill, snow-ribbed sand,
drift of rare flowers,
clear, with delicate shell-
like leaf enclosing
frozen lily-leaf,
camellia texture,
colder than a rose;

wind-flower
that keeps the breath
of the north-wind —
these and none other;

intimate thoughts and kind
reach out to share
the treasure of my mind,
intimate hands and dear
drawn garden-ward and sea-ward
all the sheer rapture
that I would take
to mould a clear
and frigid statue;

rare, of pure texture,
beautiful space and line,
marble to grace
your inaccessible shrine.

This old bridge stands in Mottville, MI next to a newer ‘serviceable’ but ugly bridge.  This historic camelback bridge spans the St. Joseph River and the only traffic it is open to is foot traffic.  As I wandered over, around and under it today, I wondered about the people who have passed over it in its lifetime.  Built in 1922, I can imagine the wagon and horseless carriage traffic that passed over the span; perhaps people on their way home, to work, to shop or to head to Klinger Lake’s Bohemian Club to dance to the sweet sound of  the Bob Butler Orchestra.  Al Capone is even rumored to have spent time in the area at the speakeasies. 
So much time and so many people have passed and still this bridge stands with the endless flow of the river underneath.  And I am just a tiny part of the history of the bridge, just a moment in time.

Drop me in the water

Dip into the water

Push me in the water.... Carry me down