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Weekly Photo Challenge: Unusual (catch up)

“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”

– Ray Bradbury

Most memorable moments are unusual.  Here are some recent snaps of moments truly unforgettable.  I haven’t written in a while but that doesn’t mean nothing much has been happening.  On the contrary …

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Time is flying at light speed and sometimes, I feel like I can’ t keep up.

So, thanks G, for the gadgets that allow us to document, remember, share and tell our stories.

grateful slice: being back on the grid and nature’s gold

Weekly Photo Challenge: Down

It’s hard to think about the concept of going down without  juxtaposing it with the  idea of going up.   I don’t think it’s possible.   Looking at someone going down a flight of stairs, means the seer is on his or her way up.  Climbing a million and one steps to get to a specific place, makes me think about the million and one steps I would need to walk down again to get back to where I started.  Then there’s the idea of being in the mountains for a week.  When I think of the mountains, (and I do love the mountains), I also can’t help but think of the sea.  And how I need to be near it very soon.

I know. A little weird, right?  It must be the exhaustion.

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Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

All photos were taken in Sagada with my iPhone4.  Filters used from Instagram.

grateful slice:  the Mountain Province, the ocean and Photography