This Weeks Photo Challenge: Shadow

Hello Friends!

Below are my entries into this weeks Photo Challenge:  Capture a shadow.

Newport RI

I’m not quite sure if reflections count as legitimate shadows, but I loved the shadowy reflections captured in this photo.


Newport RI

Last year, we were able to spend a few days in Newport Rhode Island, to celebrate our 10th anniversary.  I took the above photo on one of our evening walks.


Corinne at Hampton Beach NH

When we lived in New Hampshire, we were only five minutes from Hampton Beach.  When this particular photo was taken, our life was in crisis mode because of a job loss.  We actually worried of becoming homeless.  During those months, we took many steps in the sand.


Danica looking beyond the shadows at Applecrest Farms in Hampton Falls NH

Autumn is my favorite time of year.  We always looked forward to visiting Applecrest Farms during their annual Harvest Festival.  On this particular outing, our dogs, Danica and Dolly went with us.  Above, Danica looks to be surveying the clearing, beyond the shadows that hold her captive.

Morris, working on his tan

Morris is our rescue kitty we got from a friend.  You probably can’t see them, but he actually has freckles on his nose.  Of course, red hair and freckles are the norm for us gingers.  Ginger Power!  Morris loves the outdoors. In this photo he is lounging on the back porch taking in some rays.  The shadow of his head reminds me of Batman.


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Flo’s Famous Dogs

Flo's Hotdogs
Rural Maine

We had just finished a hike in rural Maine, and our hungry bellies convinced us to stop for a couple of Flo’s famous steamed hot dogs.  Danica our dingo waited for hers patiently.

(Above photo is my participation in CEE’S ODD BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE)


Photo Challenge: Vibrant

Vibrant:  This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Let’s wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.


Vibrant bounty from my raised-bed garden in New England.  I’m so looking forward to having one here in the Shenandoah Valley this year!



Vibrant oranges from the pumpkins at Applecrest Farms in New England.



More vibrant oranges from a New England autumn.  Brown road in Hampton Falls was one of my favorite places to run.



I’ve shared this photo before, however I couldn’t resist the temptation to share it again for this “vibrant” challenge.  Snapped this one while walking with Corinne at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

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Photo Challenge:    This week show us something you’re optimistic about, or perhaps a talisman that helps you stay positive and hopeful, regardless of what life throws your way.  


I look up to the hills,
    but where will my help really come from?
 My help will come from the Lord,
    the Creator of heaven and earth.  (Psalms 121:1-2)


Send your light and your truth to guide me,
    to lead me to your holy mountain, to your home.  (Psalms 43:3)

Life always seems a little better when I look to the mountains.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Alphabet

Photo Challenge:  Alphabet…Take us to school with your photos this week, and show us some ABCs.



I was on my evening run, when I ran past this cemetery in Hampton Falls, New Hampshire. Being a lover of all things paranormal, I couldn’t resist the temptation to explore the site.  The hour of day, dusk, enhanced an aura of creepiness as I walked among the tombstones.


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The “A-B-C’s” upon the above tombstones are so old they’ve rubbed smooth in many areas. Curious of the inhabitants, I enlarged the photograph until I could decipher a few words. I plugged these words into Google and was directed to where I learned about the two girls who lay beneath the ground.

Abby and Eunice, the deceased, were the daughters of Moses and Hannah Wells.  Abby was born in 1816 and died 20 years later and Eunice was born 1811 and died 40 years later. Knowing this information, only served to create more questions within this writer’s mind. Who were these girls and what kind of lives did they lead?  Why did Abby die so young and just what happened to Eunice?  Did they have lovers…and if so was the relationship one peace and love or was it riddled with jealousy and abuse?  So….so many questions…

One day, maybe, I’ll try to weave a story around Abby and Eunice.

A walk among the tombstones, can be a writer’s friend.___ Lisa Hardy





Weekly Photo Challenge: Weight (less)

Photo Challenge:  Weight (less)  Show us the effects of gravity in your photo this week

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Snapped this one while in route to Orlando Florida.  It was such a weightless feeling soaring above the clouds.  Loved it!


This is my Carolina Dingo.  We rescued her from a kill shelter when she was just a little pup.  We didn’t know what kind of pooch she was until I did some research online.  I kept thinking she looked like a dingo so I googled dingo’s and “BAM” there was my Danica!   Breeds like her are called Carolina Dogs or American Dingo’s.

She absolutely loves the snow.  This photo was taken last winter when we lived in New Hampshire.  She looks so weightless as she runs above the snow.  Love that girl!

Photo Challenge: Circle

This Weeks Photo Challenge:  Circle–“Let the familiar shape inspire you.”


Luna, my bossy, sassy kitty, is quite inspired by the circle of bubbles invading her universe.  Her antics were most comical!


Another shot of my girl enjoying her bubbles.  I love the way her precious face was captured inside the bubble, almost as if she were using it as a looking glass.

My goal today is to be just as fascinated with the circle of life all around me.



My Coffee Would Never Get Cold

The following is my response to today’s Daily Prompt:   You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?


Damn it, it’s cold again!

I had sat down to devour today’s headlines and fell head first into the politics at hand.  Mesmerized by what candidate A was saying about candidate B, I blindly reached for my coffee cup, eyes never leaving the page of juicy gossip, and brought to my lips an Eeyore mug, given to me by my wife.  It’s actually one of my favorite coffee cups.  It’s just the right size, fits quite comfortable in my hand and there’s a downcast looking Eeyore sketched on each side.  Hmmm not quite sure what Corinne’s (my wife) trying to convey…  Could it be I’m grumpy before my morning coffee?  Oh well, she’s been wrong before.

Anyway, back to the story.  In the headlines I read:  Hillary no longer thinks Trump is funny and then with a click of my mouse I’m at Huffington Post where Trump questions Hillary’s ability to satisfy America when she can’t even satisfy her husband.  Another click of the mouse and I see an eagle trying to nest atop Trump’s head, and it’s at that precise moment I take a large swig of cold coffee.  The eagle is funny…but not the cold coffee.   Why does coffee cool so quickly?  I often find I can hardly eat the eggs and bacon on my plate without having to warm my coffee at least once.

Is it just me or does anyone else find that it’s not even hot enough when it first spills from the Keurig and into the cup?   My Keurig is a bit old but I bet even the new ones have no temperature control.

So there I sat sloshing the cold brew in my mouth as the eagle aimed for Trump’s rug.  I guess I should have been concerned about his three foot comb over but all I could think was…  “If I were a super hero my coffee would never get cold.”


(Cartoon by Mike Peters)





Photo Challenge: Half and Half

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Half and Half.”

This week, share an image that has two clear halves, literally or figuratively.


My interpretation of this weeks photo challenge Half and Half:  Half Stalagmite/Half Stalactite

Above, a photo of Shenandoah Caverns, was taken this week when Corinne, Josh and I went for a visit.  So eerie, ghostly and beautiful all at the same time.

Photography 101 Day 20: Triumph and Contrast

What does triumph mean to you?

My tee, my number, my running shoes, my dog...all that AND a warm crackling fire.
My tee, my number, my running shoes, my dog…all that AND a warm crackling fire.

Each time I finish a run I consider it a triumph,  and it doesn’t have to be a particularly good or fast run to qualify. If I can lace up my sneakers, go outside  and put one foot in front of the other in a forward direction then it’s chocked up to be a triumph.

This use to not be the case.  Before, I was obsessed with going just a little bit faster, a little bit farther and a little bit stronger.

What happened to change my running perspective?

Well…it all started with a rash…

…just a wee little rash…

The bulls eye was classic…a big red circle around an irritated tick bite.  The tick had long skedaddled but the critter left his, “I was here” mark on my belly.

The doctor of our one-stop-light town looked offended when I suggested the possibility of Lyme’s disease.

The arrogant “you-know-what” scoffed at the idea and only prescribed a couple days treatment of Doxycycline, instead of the usual 2-3 weeks.  In doing so, he effectively saved his ego but my poor muscles suffered and went through hell only a few months later.

I have since been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis which, of course, was brought on by the Lyme’s Disease the good doctor failed to treat properly.

My arthritis is kept at bay with the help of four different meds purchased from CVS Pharmacy.  These drugs are an important staple of my life and will be from now to the end.  In all likely-hood, in time, as I age, I will have to exchange them for something stronger…and stronger…

Since my diagnosis I’ve completed several 5 K’s and one half marathon.

My future goals are to continue…continue with one foot in front of the other.   Continue to run…run…and run…and never stop.

I’m too afraid to stop.

Below:  The color version of what I call TRIUMPH

My tee, my number, my running shoes, my dog AND a crackling fire.
My tee, my number, my running shoes, my dog AND a crackling fire.