What are you grateful for in regard to:
Your home life?
My home life is very peaceful and cooperative. No fighting or voice raising. We mostly stick to doing our own thing.
Great family but can be a bit unorthodox and strange especially when dealing with strangers.
Your blogging community?
The community has been largely supportive of me over the years contributing with all the likes and comments. It could be way better though but I am grateful that at least a handful of people care about my work.
I’ve slipped up a bit on blogging connections and lost a ton of readership and site traffic. Hopefully I can get things going again once I get a new burst of energy or maybe I shouldn’t make a big deal about it. Blogging for over three years has a way of making you lose focus because it seems to be a means to an end with no definite goal in sight.
Your city or immediate area in which you live?
That it is mostly small and quiet and easy to live in. Working class people going on about their normal, average lives.
The regional area in which you live?
There is lots of farmland and vegetative land. Manufacturing is a big industry around here. I’m grateful that jobs are starting to pick up again.
The country where you live?
The United States is one of the greatest places to live but we are not without our problems including debt and racial hatred.
I’m grateful that I am such a nice person and one who easily forgives others for their mistakes.
Share Your World 2016 Week 47
Coming home today
I saw a sign on the freeway
It said you’re leaving your dreams behind
Back to the countryside
Where the green grass grows
Ain’t no worries
Time is nice and slow
We don’t need no high rise
No escalators or suites
We’ve got our front-looking porch
And a grand view of the sea
#NaNoPoblano2016 Day 11
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
She took the plane home
A long ways from paradise
Leaving behind the glitz and glamour
In return for the wheat and farm animals
She came home to her family
They all cheered and welcomed her with open arms
It was great to be back to the secure love and care
Of her own flesh and blood
A warm, tender secure feeling
And not that false hope that she tried to cling to
But something had changed
He had found another flame
And her heart was broken as he
Embraced this other in a sweet kiss
How long distance can change everything
Into the world I walk alone
My leathers getting wet
Socks soaking in snow
Sifting through the soil
Wind breathing in my face
Trailing away from home
Trying to get to a mysterious place
Pictures come of the tall ones above
All interlocking, branching, like the veins of blood
Into this little opening
Little clearing of white
Gotta keep walking ahead
Keep walking til day turns to night
Eyes take in the calmness
The world through my eyes
The wonders of the trees
The sky as it cries
Strolling into a short meadow
Hanging high, long stretches of dread
All is quiet here
Except for the annoying snow crunch
But the forest beyond is what has me
Hanging on a hunch
Is there someone watching me
Wondering why I’m here?
Should I turn back now
And never come back from fear?
But no, I’ll be back
To this very same spot
And will walk further ahead
Until I crash into that interesting plot
And what I find might be illegal
Might stop me in my tracks
Sensing danger like the great bald eagle
For this comfort in the cold open
Won’t be cold for long
Seasons will change
Old rituals will roll right along
As I keep on trekking
Across this vast land
Keep on discovering new things
That make me see, hear, and stand
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Free Association
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home . . . soil . . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
Perusing around my home, the freezing, bitter weather nipping at my face, I discovered lots of shapes and interesting lines around buildings and taking close up shots of them trained my eye to look at the geometry within. there really isn’t that much to see where I live, stuck in the swamp of a mobile home park where any attempts at decoration and innovation come off as tacky. Thoughts of walking out of it and starting a journey up the long road to see more interesting lines evaporated on this ruthless November day, the first signs of winter hitting Michigan hard.
Along with these pictures, I also decided to put up a few of my archives that flash out as interesting geometrical designs.
The “Shell Door” as I call it, was taken at a local McDonalds and is iconic because of it’s symmetry and commanding presence in the center.
The stools, taken at a Steak N’ Shake, contain circles, squares, and rectangles and the red pops out against everything else.
The Missouri Bridge, taken by me last year while on a trip down there, contains triangles and more forms of symmetry.
And finally, the ceiling of the clock tower on the campus of Kansas University contains many beautifully arranged squares.