… and to, metaphorically speaking, keep your headlights on and your eyes on the road ahead.
I took this photo last September while in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.
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A Hint of Peace
Sometimes,
between the wall that divides us,
grows a single rose.
You Can’t Rush the Blush
The conditions, in its favor
The moment of magic, short-lived
But when it happens, we all stop
to look
to admire
to take pictures for safe-keeping that will always be a reminder –
There might not always be a pot of gold, but if you remember to look,
there will always be something that will blush for our benefit.
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It’s Out There …
All Things Beloved
Missing a loved one?
A special place?
A special object that you once held dear?
No matter what has transpired …
All things beloved can be seen in the mind’s eye.
-CD-W
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Shadows from a Bridge
If I ignore the mechanical trills made by the five-o’clock traffic, I can concentrate on the shadows from the bridge. Each year at this time, the shadows lay firm to the hillside and stir pleasant memories. #grateful
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What One Wishes
More than Nostalgia
The wonderful thing about writing down memories is keeping them. Because later, like me, you will find those written words.
I wrote this 26 years ago when my son was two years old:
As grown-ups, we have learned much about life. But we learn much more by watching children experience and discover the world anew. I am about to be the grandmother of my fourth grandchild. I have much yet to learn.
Childhood and it’s atmospheric beauty!
(my daughter’s first child — my second grandchild)
I am forever grateful.
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More Than a Relic
While on vacation in Crested Butte, Colorado, I saw this old washing machine sitting in a front yard of a beautiful old house. Why did I take a photo?
Not only was I mesmerized by its beauty, I pictured the gone-by years when it actually worked. (From what I can tell from a wee bit of research, this machine was probably created in the 1920’s.) I conjured up the image of a person who used this machine. I pictured flapper attire, boys knee-length trousers, looser corsets and fancy stockings being pushed through the wringer.
Although its function was temporary, my curiosity — and perhaps those of others who had strolled passed — remains.
Weekly photo prompt – temporary
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 