This sunset photo looking skyward at a lone tree is a bit of a cliché, but still, filled with symbolism for the end of the year 2020. We can all hope for a sunrise on a New Year promising an end to the pandemic, a burgeoning economy, healthcare for everyone and reasonably priced education that every student can afford without sustaining overwhelmingly burdensome debt.
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Mobile Bay looking southwest from Daphne, Alabama at 3:30 P.M, Dec. 10, 2018,
Perdido Pass and the Gulf of Mexico on a cool, stormy November day. A few people were on the beach, but nobody was in the water.
Downed utility pole lies on the lawn of farm just west of Richmond, Illinois
Lightening struck and knocked down a utility pole during the late evening hours Tuesday causing widespread power outage to a farm just west of Richmond, Illinois. Richmond is a small town about 70 miles northwest of Chicago.
Both lanes of Illinois route 173 were closed nearly three hours while a utility crew cleared downed power lines. Early morning traffic was backed up nearly an eighth of a mile in either direction. As of 2:30 this afternoon power still has not been restored to the affected farm, although crews are on site working to repair the damage.
As a result of this disastrous electrical outage residents on the farm have been deprived of highly informative radio and TV political advertising campaigns more than 12 hours, just days before the critical mid-term elections. This is not “Fake News,” however, despite the far reaching implications of this natural disaster; the white house thus far has failed to respond.
Residents of the farm have returned to their fields to resume the fall harvest and have been unavailable for comment.
Incongruence exemplified. I’m only guessing this is a Masonic Lodge because of the icon above the door, but every other Lodge I remember seeing was an imposing edifice displaying beautiful architecture in a scenic urban setting.
Wildflowers have mostly gone to seed and the brilliant, lush greens of summer have given way to the dusty, drab greens and browns of early autumn. How did this happen so quickly? June was just yesterday – wasn’t it?
A clump of cattails and grass broke away from the bank of the White River, floated downstream and lodged against the Fishing Bridge in Montague, Michigan.
Storm clouds build in the west as the sun crests the horizon in the east.
There are no horizons,
New or otherwise,
For the fallen leaves of December.
Trailer Park Fog and a Supermoon yesterday morning.
Fallen autumn leaves.
Purple Chrysanthemums
Purple Cabbage Leaf
Sweet Bell Pepper
She was a little girl then, she had dolls and tea parties. But that was then, before the door and shutters were broken, when the window boxes were tended and pretty little flowers grew. She’ll be leaving home soon, to go to college, begin a career, start her own family. Then she’ll buy a cute little playhouse for her own daughter to play in…during the summer…for a couple years.
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