Monthly Archives: October 2015

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The Walk to Lost Lake

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In no particular order, here are some of my favorite photos from my hike into Lost Lake. All Photos by 1inawesomewonder ©. Click “View Slide Show” or click on any of the pictures, to scroll through the images on Onedrive.Live.com. Lost … Continue reading

Walking in the mountain place of the bear

In researching online, some local trails to pursue, I came across the Kuncanowet Town Forest and Conversation Area. I am so glad that I did. This area is, in my opinion, breathtakingly beautiful. I haven’t even explored all of it yet, and I am taken by its overall setting and beauty. Thanks also to Dunbarton Hikes for the useful videos I found on YouTube. God-willing, I will be back in these woods again soon. Enjoy my attempts to capture the magnificent through the lens of my camera; it’s better in person.

Color the woods

At every turn color awaits in this beautiful place.

Shades of yellow and green

The shadows hide from the light, but both seem so perfect here.

Mill Pond Peace

I couldn’t help but smile as this scene opened up in front of me.

Mill Pond Color

Who needs a structure where everything is put together just right.

Leaves in the Sky

Leaves and lilypads in the sky.

Reflection upside down

Nature defines the what’s up and what’s down out here.

Beauty after life

And, long after life has gone, beauty remains.

Along the treeline

Generations of trees appear to be in order here.

Still water reflection

Not a mistake, but if it were, blame the beavers.

Height of color

Below the pond these pines beg you to stand up and take notice.

Old mill site

The beavers now look after the pond that supported this old mill site.

Walking the Uncanoonucs

 

Trailhead View

Looking past the reservoirs out to the hills.

Fallen

Fallen leaves soften the trail.

Trickle

A small brook trickles through the colors.

Backdrop

Sometimes the woods just describe their own picture.

Depth of color

Beautiful fall colors at all levels.

Wild window

Windows in the woods only reveal themselves when present.

Ablaze

From the ground the colors climbed like a flame.

Corridor Color

Oh to feel the power of the One who colors each leaf and needle.

Corridor Color 2

The colors shine brightly without any help from man’s creation.

Beaver done

Maybe only the forest’s hardest worker built this.

Flood of color

I sat in the beaver’s back yard and took in the sights.

Water fraction

Just a little water running, but the sound filled the space.

New Boston Rail Trail

 

Fall in the Forest

Oh, but the joy is all mine when I wander in from the edge just to listen and have a look around.

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Dr. Ben Carson for President of the United States of America!

This is short, sweet, and makes a good point.

Beautiful Life with Cancer

  
I do not care much to meet a movie star on the streets of New York or shake hands with a rockstar at a concert.  No offense or disrespect, just nothing about that inspires me.  Dr. Ben Carson coming to town for a book signing, now that excites me!

My family and I just spent most of the whole day standing outside of a bookstore in order to shake the hand of Dr. Carson and for him to scribble his name across the inside cover of his new book.  Total time in his presence: all of about seven seconds.  I SAID THAT I GOT TO TOUCH THE HAND OF DR. BEN CARSON AND HE WROTE HIS NAME ON MY BOOK!  It was amazing!  My heart was about to beat out of my chest and every star struck nerve in my body was on overload.  The man is my hero!

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Blessed Mornings

So, time and time again I stop and consider just how fortunate I am. I mean life is hectic. Something always gets in the way of something else. Demands on my time seem to have no end. Others come first, and there just seems to be so many ‘others’. Days run right into weeks and the top of to-do lists turn upside down, and even start over again. Sometimes I think this pace approaches madness. Early morning, late nights, full days, never enough time.

Then; Then right in the middle of overtired, battling every cold that comes home, body aching, attitudes in need of adjustment, and a list of things to get done that just won’t quit; there is peace in prayer. There is peace in meditation. There is peace in the quiet moments that never seem to linger long enough.

The twins on a quiet fall morning. The sun was rising and the shadows were long. My oh my, they're beautiful children. I'm a blessed man on another blessed morning.

The twins on a quiet fall morning. The sun was rising and the shadows were long. My oh my, they’re beautiful children. I’m a blessed man on another blessed morning. photo by 1inawesomewonder (C).