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This large tree had fallen across the road near the shop of a carpenter where I’d gone to to have cut some boards for my art day with friends. The center section that was over the road had of course been taken away, but the rest of the tree was left where it fell. Local youth had availed themselves of its surface to use as a canvas for their communications on one side and nature had left its own mark on the other
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The bark of this giant tree that had fallen across the road and been cut in two, then left with the chunk covering the road removed, became a host for other plants and fungi to thrive on.
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Just a few blocks away, we found this other bark—this one less welcoming to intruders.
For the Travel theme “bark!”
I love the fleur de lis-like squiggles at the center of this zinnia. Vive la macro!!!
Written in answer to Cee’s daily flower prompt.
No Biker Chick
The reason I’m alive and kickin’
is because I’m such a chicken.
As the storm clouds form and thicken,
you won’t find me riding frikkin’
motorbikes, lest I be stricken
by a lightning bolt to sicken
and my death to surely quicken.
Sidenote: The Quickening is a phenomenon in the Highlander films and television series. Beheading a character known as an “Immortal” produces a powerful energy release from their body called a “Quickening.”
The prompt word today was quicken.
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Glass? No. My friend Jan is the Chihuly of plastic. These beauties are fashioned using a simple votive candle, various cut-up plastic bottles and old CD or DVD discs. She had to make do with my “super match” at my house as I was fresh out of votives.
Many folks are fearing the center will not hold.
Our unity is broken, our future has been sold.
But the ways of nature are complex and manifold.
And when the final stories of mankind have been told,
of how we “bested nature” by trying to break its mold,
when all our quests have ended, both for glory and for gold;
we won’t be its ending, but just another fold
whose exploits lay beneath the earth, written in the mold—
of how we “tamed” an environment that was too brash and bold,
wrapping it in hydrocarbons, conquering the cold.
The prompt word today was “center.”