“She'd grown up hearing about epic battles between Guardians and demons, of legendary Wardens and their brave fight to keep the nocturnis at bay. To her, it all had the air of fairy tales, history through the lens of the Brothers Grimm. She listened to the tales the same way she listened to Beowulf, and had the same expectation of ever featuring in one of those famous battles as of facing Grendel's mother in a Scandinavian swamp.
Yet here she was, not just fighting the forces of evil but somehow tied to her very own Guardian, acting for all intents and purposes like the Warden she had once dreamed of becoming.”
― Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
This is the gargoyle that guards my back yard. The squirrels won't go near him, and it took a while for my dogs to feel comfortable around him. But everything is peaceful in my back yard and so far no mountains have fallen on the house. So far. ;-)
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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Our thoughts and best wishes go out to the victims and their friends and family members...
Dragonfly, dragonfly, sitting in the sun,
What are you thinking and why have you come?
Where are you going and where have you been,
And will you ever come back and visit me again?
This beautiful dragonfly was flitting about my backyard one sunny day, and landed for a few moments on the tip of this aspen branch to sun himself. I saw him again a few times over the next day or so, and then he was gone. :-)
For +OdonataPoker curated by +viviane godenne and +ColorsOnFriday curated by +Karsten Meyer and #BuggyFriday curated by +Dorothy Pugh...
I don't always eat flowers. But when I do, I prefer pink fluffy ones.
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"Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!"
-- Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), The Bee
A pollen-dusted honeybee mines a dandelion in my backyard last summer...
A Small Epiphany "You always have to be ready for that little artistic epiphany." -- Nick Cave
A tree that lost its battle with time and the elements, high on a ridge above Fort Collins, Colorado...
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“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.”
-- John Muir
Aspen trees along Dixon Reservoir above Fort Collins in the last glow of the sun as it sets behind the Rocky Mountains a few years ago...
Photograph by Thomas Hoepker—Magnum
"Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?" ― Stephen King, The Gunslinger
A construction elevator on the outside of a building being renovated in downtown St. Louis, Missouri...