Glass

Windows are such a metaphor

for seeing clearly,

or not…

for looking out

or in —

the past,

the present,

all condense

in the mist

on the glass.
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and i’m grateful for the views from my windows…

Treasure

the kids are here
from far flung places
Wisconsin, California…
once a year
we see them…
So we are here
in the crowded cottage
Eating sleeping laughing talking cooking playing
and being thankful to be together.

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Landscape

Thomas Wolfe wrote You Can’t Go Home Again, and the title has become an often-quoted phrase about change and memory.

Sheep farm on Ruff Creek Hill

sheep farm on Ruff Creek Hill

Yet here I am. Back home in These High Green Hills. Living within two miles of my childhood home. Living on what used to be my grandfather’s orchard.

Sunrise from my bedroom

sunrise from my bedroom

Sometimes a bit like being A Stranger in a Strange Land, but more often it is like being a stranger in a familiar land. Older and wiser, I see the familiar with new eyes — The Return of the Native…

The road home...

journey home…

New eyes that appreciate the beauty of the hills, streams, and roads of rural Appalachia.

these high greene hills

these high greene hills

New eyes that appreciate the need for economic development, but worry that it will spoil the ecosystems, the water, the landscape.

the cows' field, disturbed

the cows’ field, disturbed

New eyes that see God’s mercy on my life and the blessings of coming home again.

 

 

Landscapes? Yep, I got ’em! About 500 on my phone alone! The top three were taken today; the others are from a greener season …