Sunday

John Henry - Steel Driving Man


John Henry Statue at the Great Bend Tunnel
Talcott, WV
(where I grew up)
We definitely don't think of him as a legend 
or a myth - but a true hero!

Print Available - HERE 

From Wikipedia: 
John Henry is an African American folk hero .... He is said to have worked as a "steel-driving man" a man tasked with hammering a steel drill into rock to make holes for explosives to blast the rock in constructing a railroad tunnel. According to legend, John Henry's prowess as a steel-driver was measured in a race against a steam powered hammer, which he won, only to die in victory with his hammer in his hand as his heart gave out from stress. The story of John Henry is told in a classic folk song, which exists in many versions, and has been the subject of numerous stories, plays, books and novels.

Friday

Caught In the Snowstorm

All life and action upon the snow have an added emphasis and significance. 
Every expression is underscored. 

Sunday

Enjoy Every Second


I'm going to enjoy every second, and I'm going to know I'm enjoying it while I'm enjoying it. Most people don't live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn't make any difference whether they've reached the goal or not.
- Jean Webster

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Friday

Spellbound


Out of the bosom of the Air 
 Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 
 Over the woodlands brown and bare, 
 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 
 Silent, and soft, and slow 
 Descends the snow.
-  Emily Jane Brontë

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Anole on a Branch


Wikipedia Tells me:  

"The Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis) is an arboreal lizard found primarily in the southeastern United States and some Caribbean islands. Other common names include the green anole, American anole and red-throated anole. It is also sometimes referred to as the American chameleon due to its ability to change color from several brown hues to bright green and its somewhat similar appearance (though it is not a true chameleon)."

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Wednesday

To Chill A Mockingbird


Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. 
 ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

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Tuesday

Wild Wonder of Winter


May you see the world with wonder. And may you imagine only good things. 
~ Charlene Costanzo

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Snowflakes on a Song Sparrow

Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. 
Listen to your soul speak.
 ― A.D. Posey

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Saturday

Flag Art


And I'm proud to be an American, 
where at least I know I'm free. 
And I won't forget the men who died, 
who gave that right to me. 
~ Lee Greenwood


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Splatter Art - Blue Jay


"It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike." 
 Thomas Browne

This splatter art created from my original photograph.

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Friday

Love Is a Canvas



Love is a canvas furnished by Nature 
and embroidered by imagination. 
~ Voltaire

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Wednesday

Along The Path


What you seek is seeking you.
 — Rumi

A pathway at Claytor Lake State Park in Dublin, Virginia. 

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Tuesday

Moody Trees


"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect." 
 - Edgar Allan Poe

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Monday

Early Morning at Claytor Lake State Park


Early morning at Claytor Lake State Park, Dublin Virginia

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. 
— Marcus Aurelius

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Sunday

Puddle Reflections


I measure life by my capacity to feel the fields. 
 To stand up to the hills. 
 To lay my hand in His. 
 I sound the deep-running things of God. 
 I sink the plummet of me deep into the fathoms of His meaning. 
 I reach Him with the long arms of my yearning.
~ Muriel Strode, A Soul's Faring 

Wednesday

White-crowned Sparrow



I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. 
 ~ Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday

Mourning Dove and Daffodils


Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream."
- Barbara Winkler

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