Faraway is a word difficult to visualize its definition. I remember when I’d take a trip with my parents I’d ask them how long will it be before we are there? My dad would say, “20 more miles.” At that age of 8 to 11 years old, I had no idea how far is 20 miles.
Faraway is like a football player intercepts the football on the opposing team 20- yard line. He needs to run 80 yards to get the touch down. 80 yards is not far, but if you have 10 big guys chasing you it is faraway.
Like the word time, it is not always determined by seconds, minutes, or hours.
As my wife prepares a desert and she knows I am not a cook. I ask, “when will the cookies be ready” I get the answer, “as soon as the dough rises and I still have to bake it.” I am right back where I started.
How is the distance of faraway measured?
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This is a photo that I combined from two pictures I photographed . The first photo is a picture of the American Goldfinch, the sencond is a close up of a Hibiscus. I chose this picture for the daily prompt: clarity.
It shows the Goldfinch singing into the hollow of the hibiscus. The funnel of the Hibiscus appears to enhance its clarity. It reminds me of the old time RCA victrola where a dog named Nipper sits along side the record player listening to the clarity of the music.
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I know those footsteps by the impression it makes as you lead the way. I feel and hear you breathe. Your breath is like a feathery touch as it blows gently against my skin. The slow back and forth sway of thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath. A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon. Patches of light fog filters the white glow. As the sun rises and the fog lifts, a bright, clear, new day begins. You are smiling and happy to see me.
I smell the sweetness of life flowing as you move about. The potpourri of pines, persimmons and the musty scent of rich soil permeates the area. The morning freshness is like a splash of water on my face.
The choir of birds sing their chorus of melodies of joy as their day begins. It is like angels singing praise and worship as you watch over your children. Thank you Lord for my life, it is a pleasure to serve you and follow your footsteps.
This post is in response to the daily prompt: Footsteps
Out on a limb or holding onto the twigs of a limb for dear life, this squirrel is some 40 feet above the ground. His only vision is to chew on the new budding twig of the Spring season.
Spread eagle or I should say spread squirrel clutches onto every branch within its reach. Even the fresh green twig he is chewing. After he finished, he did squirm for a way out. I think if it could cry out he’d say “Help me, Help me. I can’t let go or I will fall.
The below photo is his friend on another tree sits securely as it chews on a small pine cone. He looks at him and thinks no way will I risk my life. He’s on his own.
The strong will survive.
This Wood Thrush not only sings but dances; He wants to impress his mate who at this moment is flying away. It was fun to photograph this bird as it did its mating dance and call. He didn’t give up he flew after her.
After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy overcast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day. I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water. As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.
Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns. A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns. Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves. The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.
I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house. A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water. Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface. Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.
In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal. Out from the waters cloudy vapor, I could see the silhouette of a crab boat. As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck. The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to offload its daily catch of the day.
In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy. Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.
Below is a photo of a red-headed woodpecker. My goal is to photograph each species of woodpeckers within my community. I have four out of six.
This red-headed woodpecker was an unusual surprise. I am accustomed to seeing a woodpecker pecking the trunk of a tree in search of food. This woodpecker decided it is easier to swoop and fly for that parcel of food. He flew in, turned sideways picked up the bread and flew off. It was a touch and go maneuver.
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A drop could be a very small quantity of anything. At the end of its fall, it will leave an impression. What are those special words you may drop on someone to leave an impression?
Are you there to pick up that small quantity of liquid that drops from the face of a person in sorrow? A drop of kind words is an impression that may bring comfort, joy, gratitude, and compassion.
After it is dropped look for that impression.
Another meeting, every topic is black or white nothing in between. You’d think the upper echelons would reach for higher levels. Soon they will demand us to wear various shades of black. If the meeting doesn’t start soon, I will be late for my acrophobia meeting.
My five items I must have are with me at all times.
I need to have vision. Without knowing what is around me is a frightening situation. Sometimes it is still frightening to know what surrounds me. Now don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of beauty to be seen on a deserted island.
I need taste. Without taste it is dangerous. I thirst for water. I kneel down at the pond near the middle of the island. I fill my cupped hand with water, not knowing if it is salt water or fresh water. As with the plants on the island, I wouldn’t know if the plant is extremely spicy, bitter, or unpleasant.
Touch is to feel. What are those strange leaves? The pointed sides scratched my skin and put a blistery rash on my arms. The insect I stepped on left a barb in my foot. Without feeling, my odds of survival are low. Not able to feel is a threat to life.
What is that sound? A strange animal with fangs long enough to pierce through me. If I can’t hear, I can not prepare for my defense.
The last is a smell. I wouldn’t know there is toxic waste near the end of the island or know the warnings of something burning. I could suspect something is wrong when I see dead fish or smoke, but I would smell them initially.
To answer this classic question: what are the five items you must have on a deserted island? I must have my five senses that God blessed me with.
With those 5 I will have the wisdom to apply the knowledge to survive as man survived in the beginning of time.