It’s Been a Year Dad: Lessen or Lesson

It’s been a year now, 12 whole months since a life here expired. I remember the weeks leading to the day that we all knew would come sometime. There was so much support, many prayers and efforts, regardless of being tired. Amid the details though, it wasn’t too difficult, a beautiful love, to find.

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Afternoon Light

But where would I rather be?

If everyday this were mine to see.

Afternoon sun on its way to the horizon. (C) 1inawesomewonder 2016.

More Than A View

I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two.

The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would  be better than we usually do.

Honestly Living

As I have mentioned before, I have come across a TV show that I just can’t get enough of. I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating. Completely intoxicating.

The show is now in its’ second season and I can still honestly say, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, Heimo Korth narrates the opening behind the pictures, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week. The blend of music, amazing scenes, the reverence of the participants to their way of life, the hard work seen, and unseen, the stories, their histories, it’s so real. There is no flash. There is real life. It’s so compelling. 

Passing Through

Sometimes I travel just to pass through an area, but many times I travel to a spot just to let it pass through me.

Wooded area along the Magalloway River (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Looking north towards the homestead and Uncle Lloyd’s farm (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Abrams Pond (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Remote brook in northern NH (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

St. John River Valley (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

The top of Dixville Notch (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

The area around Mt. Katahdin (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

The first miles of the Connecticut River (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

The spaces where I learned to be free (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Anywhere I can see the canvas that is the sky (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Many a dream have I pondered lost in the glow of the tree (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

TSO shows (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

One such place where I can go and let the sounds of yesteryear fill the silence that envelopes me (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

My views of the Northern Lights (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Open places, animals, snow and the sky, weather nearby (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Along the Androscoggin (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Thunder Fire

July fire

Lightning flashes, and the thunder rolls.
But the fire’s warm, a hot bed of coals.

In Plain Sight

I probably watch more TV than I would admit to. Primarily I watch my beloved Red Sox, and then shows on history, wildlife, survival, and a few DIY types now and again. Recently, as I have written here, I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating.

My schedule keeps me quite busy and I don’t always find myself settled in front of the TV on Sunday nights. Thankfully I can record the show and watch it when my schedule allows. Honestly, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week.