Cloud on the Inlet

I wanted to get in a good exercise walk today and when I looked out my window, I saw that there was a cloud sitting on the inlet.  It was pretty cold, front steps were icy and slippery, but it was going to be a sunny day as there was sun everywhere else so I figured it would either be a walk in total fog with no views or the sun might burn it off.

Got in the car and motored down the hill to corner of Moody and St John’s.  Parked there and walked the rest of the way to Rocky Pt park and continued around the inlet as planned.

I was not disappointed!  Although on the way to my turn around at Orchard Beach, all the boardwalks were frosted and slippery, on the way back, most of them had defrosted as the sun did come out.  And there was opportunity for some spectacular images, IMHO.

So here you go.  Enjoy

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Pretty neat, huh!!! 🙂 Almost wish I’d brought my real camera!

Keep rambling,


My Everchanging View

The view from my windows is ever changing with the season and is often very beautiful.  Here’s what it looked like a little while before all the leaves fell off and after an early dash of snow.

looking at the mountains
looking closer at the mountains and shrubbery
my front yard Japanese red maple

Isn’t my little part of the world a beautiful place.  8 =)



Faith In The Face Of All Things

A powerful lesson about why we should never give up hope and why we shouldn’t listen to those who would have us do so.

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There is always a lesson in our trials and tribulations if we take the time to seek it out among the carnage.  For me, the greatest lesson I ever received came after years of living in a haze and functioning on auto-pilot.  Daily life became the same routine as I settled into my comfort zone.  Sure I wanted more, dreamt of more and wished for more, but actually having more required change I wasn’t about to leave my comfort zone for.

Then my comfort zone was obliterated with three words.  You. Have. I don’t speak the third word often.  I refuse to take ownership of it.  But that final word sunk my wants, dreams and wishes for the future because of the expectation attached to it.  Under the fog of knowledge of my demise, I sought a purpose, a reason for why this happened.  Not that I…

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