Barbed wire pierced the trunk, bark having grown up and around it, becoming a part of the tree itself. Roots as wide as my arms and legs tumbled down into and ran among the gray stones. It was hard to tell where the tree started and the wall began. At that point, it didn’t really seem to matter: They were one, the wall and the tree, as they had been for a century...
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Finding the Old Oak: A Love Story
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Capturing eternity in an hour: painting in the great outdoors
The rest of the afternoon I spent painting, looking out on the ever-changing landscape that is water and sky. I had never painted in the great outdoors before, and it had it's fair share of challenges. Like, how do I keep up with the colors when the light changes all the time? But I finished my little painting in just a few hours...
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THROUGH MY LENS:
One of my favorite spring wildflowers is the trout lilly. They grow in vast groups through the woods surrounding my pond, tiny armies marching their way beneath trees, around rocks, and through shrubby undergrowth. Every spring I …
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Two lives now to bury, Weighed on my heart – Once separate, now equal, Both fragile and short; One lived high in the trees, The other along the ground; No more sunning or sliding, No more sweet, cheerful sounds...
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Spending some down-time
I returned home earlier this week from a short but much-needed trip to the ocean. This time it was to Florida’s Gulf Coast, the more tropical and laid back side of the state, in my opinion. Right …
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This poem was inspired by this past weekend’s annual ritual of cleaning up after the small army of maple and locust trees in my yard. I like to believe that if I can find beauty in even a small …
Jacqlyn Thorne 