february 6, 2018

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Coincidence or not?
If… a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
Equals… 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
Then… knowledge (11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5) = 96%
      hardwork (8+1+18+4+24+15+18+11) = 98%
Both are important, but fall short of 100%.
BUT… ATTITUDE (1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5) = 100%

 

cold spot (snapseed)

 

This is the little pond in the President’s yard where we often have lunch. Needless to say, we’re not eating lunch there this week. Still, I find a lot of beauty in the frozen, naked winter. I wonder what they do with the fish? Bless their little fishy hearts, you know they’re colder than a beta fish on an iceberg. If you have a pond, I’d be interested in knowing what you do with your fish during the winter. 

february 14, 2014

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I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career…
I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life And that is why I succeed.

~ Michael Jordan

old man winter's lake
old man winter’s lake

I spent the day with my folks. I got a real treat with Cave Run Lake being frozen, side to side, beginning to end, this after two days of appreciable thawing. I don’t remember the last time I saw the lake frozen. I’m not sure I ever have, come to think of it. It’s beautiful.

water's up Paragon-Craney
water’s up Paragon-Craney

I took a little extra time to soak it all in, even taking a side trip on Paragon-Craney Road. I didn’t get far, what with winter flood waters. The last time I was on this road was Senior Skip Day 1983. Back then it connected to Hwy 519 by a tunnel. They’ve since filled in the tunnel and cut through the hill. That’s not as fun. But I took a vacation day so that’s sort of like a skip day, even though the boss knew. In any case, it was a fantastically beautiful, love filled Valentine’s Day in Eastern Kentucky.

dam
dam

february 5, 2014

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I prefer the company of happy people who are believers in magic
…and of magical people who are believers in happy.

~ Unknown

morning joe
morning joe

Hopefully we’ve seen the only ice storm for 2014. Last night’s event was both beautiful and treacherous. After nearly 1/2″ of accumulation, breaking trees and tipping power lines, the temperature rose just enough for the moisture to turn to rain. It made for an equally beautiful and treacherous day, but it was nothing good conversation and delicious coffee couldn’t fix. I love winter.

ice ice baby
ice ice baby

january 23, 2014

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Love doesn’t mean doing extraordinary or heroic things.
It means knowing how to do ordinary things with tenderness.
~ Jean Vanier

cold
cold

I had a beach house in Barrow, Alaska. Major entertainment was watching pressure ridges grow and shift with each high tide or wind storm. It’s true. I lived on the water’s edge but I never saw the beach or the ocean. Unlike Barrow, I have actually seen my lawn, but these icicles are getting pretty dang impressive, like some of those towering ice ridges. When I was a kid we used to have winters like this nearly every year in Kentucky. I’ve seen icicles grow from the roof to the ground. Now those were awesome to behold. I love winter. It can be magical. I’m really thankful for this winter, and especially thankful for my working furnace.

january 24, 2013

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Stop making yourself afraid and nervous and anxious with your own thoughts.
~ Unknown

color of winter (instagram)
color of winter (instagram)

Photographer friend, John Snell, commented recently that color is hard to find in winter. He’s right, of course. Then, he posted his beautiful photo of a leaf encased in ice. Leaves, whether they’re green just off the tree or piled into a brown heap, are gorgeous, delicately shaped beauties.

january 16, 2013

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For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out, and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” ~ Cynthia Occelli

drops
drops

Mamaw used to say that when she was a young girl on Mine Fork (Kentucky) the winters were far worse, and far longer, than they are now. She said it wasn’t uncommon to get 16″ of snow in early winter that stayed on the ground until late spring. It was bitterly cold. That rarely happens now. We’re more frequented by ice storms. Those can be far worse. Worse for our safety, worse for our health, and worst of all for our ecology. Mounting evidence says we’ve slowly killed our planet: ice instead of snow, warm instead of cold. Yet, in this self-annihilation I see a beauty that is purely spectacular. Water from the sky becomes solid, smooth, and contoured to every surface it touches. Warming fractures it into snowflake patterns: no two cracks are the same. The buds on my apple tree become bubble wrapped presents just waiting for spring to rip them open. I pray that our seed has come undone because we, the human race, are growing, and that we will blossom into a delicious fruit before it’s too late. I will appreciate the beauty. That is my job for today.