She is disappearing as she reads. Why? What is the book? Is it the fire? The campsite? The woodsmoke? Something in the wood itself?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: vanish.

Apparition.
She is disappearing as she reads. Why? What is the book? Is it the fire? The campsite? The woodsmoke? Something in the wood itself?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: vanish.

Apparition.
It was cloudy most of the day yesterday. I went to the beach when the light was fading, so at 3 pm, and the sun was peering underneath the edge of the clouds. Groundhog Day, so does that mean we will only have five more weeks of winter? Or four? Or mixed with the sun peeking through?
I found my first moss agate, too.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: optimist.
This is not a short watch, but they are where I go when I am worrying.
I think of you as dead.
Love is not dead, not mine for you.
This is not respectful to those
truly dead. Yet you are dead to me
in that you lie and say forever.
Torched and ashes, now it’s never
and the real you is dead to me.
I love the you that made a different choice,
that loved me back. He holds my hand
and walks with me and laughs with me
daily. And there is nothing you can do
to stop him and me. If anyone asks, you are dead
to me, dead forever, and I will love
whoever my heart chooses, for all time.
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I found the chalcedony nodule on Indian Island yesterday.
Mount Tahoma as a ghost.
Is it the glare of the sun that hides her? Or the water vapor and distance and smog?
She is veiled and distant.
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For the RDP: glare.
I took this yesterday from Indian Island, with a Canon Powershot SX40HS.
They always look unlikely in trees, though they are comfortable.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sol.
Taken yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I think this is a quite young rabbit. It just was not scared of me.
I still think of you occasionally
when I pay the bills, I think of you
when I clean the catbox, I think of you
when I clear the spam, I think of you
it’s the Get’a’super-sized’rod’ ones
that make me think of you and laugh
I want to send them to you every time
I still think of you occasionally
Get’a’super-sized’rod’ and poo and bills
Actually I am not sure if this is a flower. It is a plant attached to a rock, from the Fort Worden beach yesterday. Do seaweeds flower? Some of them do change color at different times of year. This one is wearing fall and winter colors.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
NOAA’s What is Seaweed?
Wikipedia says yes, some seaweed flower: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seaweed.
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in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
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