Where did that hole come from?

JB has family who are big into construction – as in dirt movers, digging gravel, and road grading. This is one of the big excavators owned by his nephew, Jerry, and that is me running it, digging a hole. What an adrenalin rush. Definitely right up there on the list of significant experiences in my life.

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Many years ago JB’s brother was working on preparing a street for repaving, and as they were digging a hole, probably for a sewer catch basin, they found a hole. No one knew it was there until they dug it up. It made the local newspaper.

We have come across a lot of holes as we traveled the continent from coast to coast. This hole was made by nature, at Gros Morne World Heritage park in Newfoundland.Gros Morne 089-2

This hole in the mountain was tediously carved by workman with very primitive means in order to protect the environment. It is a part of Going to the Sun Road in Glacier National Park in Montana.

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I have seen Crater Lake and my heart still skips a beat when I think of the power of the volcano that blew off the top of this mountain. This is a hole that has been filled with water and still looks like a hole because of the steep ridges all around the lake.

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Are the oceans big holes on the earth’s surface that have filled with water?

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Beauty Thru My Lens: A Rose

Toledo Zoo 261I did a little cropping to make the composition more pleasing, and then I stared, wondering how something that has such a short life could be so beautiful. I am thankful that I have sight – to see my world as I moved through it that day, and also the ability to see the beauty of this very special rose.

Our days of seeing blooming flowers are coming to an end for this year, here in the northern part of the northern hemisphere. This gets me thinking about aging, and the fact that my seasons are numbered. The number isn’t known to me yet. I may have ten more autumns – maybe more, maybe less.

Knowing this doesn’t distress me. Some people don’t like talking about getting old and nearing death. I think that once I acknowledged my limited time, like the limited time that this rose will bloom, I began to appreciate living so much more. This doesn’t mean that I have to do everything on a bucket list; it means that I want to enjoy the special moments in each day. Like listening to JB talk about this and that as we are eating a simple dinner together, and having the satisfaction of folding clean laundry. It means feeling joy as I chose this rose to post, and writing the thoughts that the image triggered in my brain. My days are numbered so I will especially enjoy the likes I find in the morning, and the comments I will read from the wonderful people I have met in the vast blogging community. Thank you for enriching my life and I hope you find many simple pleasures as you make your way through this day.

Humanity: Kyrgyzstan

I was looking through my files of photographs taken during a trip to Kyrgyzstan to visit my daughter in 2009. We took some beautiful photographs of scenery and I enjoy them, they evoke memories of being in certain places. But the photographs I enjoy the most are those of the people I met along the way. I was invited into the homes of her friends, and into a family’s yurt for supper while visiting the highland summer pastures of Son Kul. We walked the streets of Bishkek and also the village streets in the countryside. How interesting it is to watch people as they are living their lives.

We may have different values and customs, and different routines to our daily lives, but we all need love and safety, we all need the means to feed ourselves and we all teach our children. We dream dreams, work hard, and hopefully have the opportunity to grow old with dignity.

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Chutes Provincial Park

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I was surprised by the number of water falls we found as we traveled along the eastern side of Georgian Bay in Ontario, Canada. We had endured over a week of rainy weather that had a silver lining as the water falls were swollen.

Is I felt the mighty power of the water, all I could think of was canoeing to this “gentle” fall,

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only to see this just feet away.

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Of course it would have been expected because the roar of the water could be heard a great distance away. I was in awe of the mighty and powerful view in front of me as we stood on the observation deck, but what my eyes were drawn to was the beauty of the simple in nature.

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Is nature ever simple?