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Two Eagles watching goslings napping


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Goslings napping, parents aware of Eagles across the pond


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black velvet pansies
this years delight
bright magenta blooms startle
coffee and cream pansies soothe
bleeding hearts favorite of neighbor
each time he walks by
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five families of Canadian geese
… no passport required …
Mill Pond for swimming and lessons
then nap time for all,
dad watches the sky
two eagles watching goslings napping
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men with cameras big as tanks
looking for eagles,
not goslings playing at feet
others with easels painting far mountains
in her own world
hubby grabs a book then dozes in sun
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first time sighting: egret at top of tree
tourists scan horizon ~ never over head
no sign of geese or goslings ~ gone in hiding
people from away escaping summer heat
for me and my feathered friends
Goldilocks DownEast summer

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Prompt: joyous discoveries you’ve made so far this summer
for Imaginary Garden with Toads

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# 1 photo: Tiffany Stained Glass Window
For Annie Kane 1926
One of tryptic:
Alpha: Angel of the Nativity


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# 2 photo: The small intimate chapel to the left of the main altar
inside St. Saviour’s Episcopal Church, Bar Harbor, ME


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Last week, I went to St. Saviours Episcopal Church in
Bar Harbor, primarily to hear Chimesmaster Ilia Karp play
St. Saviour’s bells church bells.
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I planned enough time to walk thru the church
and take time looking at the stained glass windows.
Joan, myself and often Ralph with us,
over the years spent many occasions at the church
for various programs.
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The window that I have here is the one that started me
down memory lane about the times at the church with Joan.
It is near the front door and amazing. Another particular
space was the small chapel where Joan and I had attended,
I believe it was Morning Prayer, during a workshop.
The feeling of intimacy and the Holy Spirit is what I recall now.
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Carillon bells
heard over the village
Amazing Grace
memories stirred
sentimental journey
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written June 13, 2018 // Joan died April 13, 2018
TPOS prompt: June 29 tanka prose
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TPOS prompt: February 4 2013 memory/experience
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# 1 photo: Tiffany Stained Glass Window
For Annie Kane 1926
One of tryptic:
Alpha: Angel of the Nativity
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# 2 photo: The small intimate chapel to the left of the main altar
inside St. Saviour’s Episcopal Church, Bar Harbor, ME
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via She is a legacy
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Stacey Stevens wrote:
.This post is dedicated to a very special woman in my life. As a young child, she was my role model at St. Dunstan’s Episcopal Church. I always looked forward to seeing her. She taught me the sacraments and how to be an altar girl. I couldn’t wait to be old enough to be in her Sunday school class. She was my girls nursery school and YMCA daycare teacher. They grew up loving her and calling her Mimi. She was everyone’s Mimi.

She is a legacy.

She had a laugh that was so joyful you knew it was for real. I don’t think I ever saw a day she didn’t smile. She prayed for me and encouraged me. She never judge me and always made me feel like part of her family. Even our phone numbers were one digit off.”….

PLEASE CLICK ON THE SITE AND READ ABOUT A REMARKABLE WOMAN:
JOAN PREBLE..
WHOSE LEGACY I WOULD LIKE TO STRIVE FOR.

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Acrylic 6″ h x 12″ w,
The day was bright, sunny and breezy.
To me this looks cold and brisk now.
Private collection — with Sorrento, ME, Vagabonds, Plein Aire Group and Cataract Painting.
7/2010


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Have You Seen…
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Have you seen
my “Helen Keller” paintings?
They are called that because
back in the day you could
tell without seeing,
by touch,
what the painting is.
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These days,
my paintings are more
subtle,
but still
rough and bumpy,
palette knives and fingers,
forming visions of
waves, froth, mountains,
rocks and sand.
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Sometimes a surface
gives paint
a mind of its own,
rough or bumpy,
scratchy or
slick as satin.
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Come see my paintings
where brush strokes
and knife marks rule.
On rough canvas,
wood
or slick, slippery plastic.
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Enjoy the feel of a
painting,
sometimes it’s a mood,
touching the heart
or soul;
sometimes a touch,
the artist made strokes
creating images
and feelings
only you know where
they come from.
Feelings.
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30 Days of Inspiration 8/18/2011 // Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember .
August 18, 2011
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The earliest thing I can remember

is the color red.

I can see it in my minds eye.

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My mother said it was because

when we lived in Thief River Falls,

around the age of 3 or 4,

I decided to color the white kitchen cabinets

red with a red crayon !

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She told me she had me scrub

the cupboard doors

to get the crayon off,

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If that isn’t the earliest

memory,

I do remember in grade school,

in Ashland, Wisconsin,

looking at the sky,

it was a bright red,

and there was a huge fire across town

I was told.

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But in my heart of hearts,

somehow,

I deeply think I have a memory

of my sister Vicky

being born

and dying a month later.

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I was 3 that week.

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I’m sorry I decided to look this up…beyond belief… I am so hoping the ones from Woolworth’s were fake ones.

I can’t believe that the rabbits feet we had were REAL…

“First of all, they were genuine rabbits’ feet.
I LOVED rabbits.
Why would I ever want to carry their foot around
on a little metal ball link key chain?
I’m not sure.
Secondly, the feet were dyed very unnatural colors
like turquoise, purple, emerald green and blood . . .
I mean, bright red.
Third, when you reached down
to stroke your lucky foot
to give you some of that good luck,
you could feel the poor,
dead rabbit’s toenails.
….http://www.liketotally80s.com/2016/01/rabbits-foot/
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And WHY would my parents get me one ?
I was so sure they weren’t real back in the day.
…….June 5, 2018 … sigh. big sigh. Sigrid
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Alphabe-Thursday..“R” is for Lucky Rabbit’s Foot 8/18/2011
August 18, 2011

“R” is for Lucky Rabbit’s Foot

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Did you ever have…

and

why did our parents let us

carry a lucky rabbit’s foot

creating superstitious thinking

in our tender minds?

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I can remember being in grade school

and it was “The Thing” to carry

a lucky rabbit’s foot key chain.

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Somewhere, somehow,

I found out that it was

supposedly a REAL rabbit’s foot !

In particular, the left hind foot !

ewwww !

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I’m sure that I had

a faux rabbit’s foot keychain

bought at my dad’s

F.W. Woolworth Store.

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But at the time, I was SURE some poor

rabbit, sacrificed his life, on a full moon,

in a cemetery,

on Friday the 13 th.

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Superstitious?

Nah.

Well, maybe…Where’s your rabbit foot

you got in grade school hiding?

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Little faces seen clearly now


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For Monday Morning Prompt…Contrast;….To See or Not to See…8/17/2011
August 17, 2011
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To See or not to See

I always thought
my sight was good…
not excellent, but as good
as anyone’s.
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There was a question
in my mind,
even with glasses,
how someone could
see birds in the trees,
deer in the forest,
four leaf clovers,
but
figured it was just me
and it was just an occasional
curiousity.
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Then
life got irritating.
Lights weren’t bright enough,
why didn’t the people at
my daughter’s new apt
make the driveway more
visible?
And eventually,
I couldn’t get my sunglasses
clean enough….
and threw them across the car
never to wear them again.
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Finally,
I went to the eye doctor.
New glasses would take
care of the problem.
This was after
I kept going by my daughter’s
driveway and one granddaughter said
“let me out here, I can walk back”
after three passes and missing each time.
The younger had a friend in the car
and as we got up to the entrance to
the apartment complex,
she turned to her friend and said,
“Don’t worry, Nana’s blind ! “
(made sense to them !).
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Cataracts.
Like looking thru waxed paper was the
diagnosis,
not new glasses.
In three weeks,
a miracle.
October,
“blind as a bat”.
December
“I can see clearly now !”
WoW !
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