Weekly Photo Challenge: Mirror

OK… so I’m going to be upfront here… I’m cheating!!  LOL  These are all pictures I took in the past, but when the prompt came up “Mirror”, well, I just had to pull up some of my favorites!  I love a good reflective shot!  They should be postcards, don’t you think?

I snuck a few oddballs in too, just for fun.

Hope you enjoy my mountains! Smile


mirror RS lake stumpmirror north fork sunlight with cross


mirror mt si with lake


mirror ocean with birds

mirror of kitty with spot on her nose


mirror porch light


mirror snake teeth in river


mirror RS pond by rock walkway


mirror RS lake cover of my book


mirror snoq slew in pink and purple


mirror favorite snoq river at dusk


mirror RS lake and mountains


mirror mt si with lake in fall


mirror cachess lake


mirror RS lake in smoke from fires


Osprey’s Redeemed

I couldn’t get this video to upload properly, but enjoy if you care to click on the link. Sorry about the swaying of my kayak, but there’s no way around it. 🙂



He said it would be glorious

just flying around all day

but all you ever do is fish.

I like to fish.

Yes, and that’s fun for you

but I would like to paint

or knit or read a book.

But you told Him

your greatest desire

was to fly, and here you are.

But sushi, every day,

for fifteen years?

It appears He has a sense of humor.

Whatever it takes!

mornings like this

with clear blue skies

makes tears eek

from my thankful eyes

my only prayer

on this new day

is God don’t let them

continue to spray

clog up their pipes

ground those planes

give the pilots diarrhea

or flu like pains

whatever it takes

their killing us all

I love and trust you God

don’t drop the ball!


Dance in the Morning Light






Dance in the Morning Light



she teases, hovering above him

he waits, frozen in anticipation

bodies touch lightly then part again

she invites him in with a flutter

he follows, the urge strong now

matching move for move

they dance in the morning light

entwine like a vine for a moment

then part, to breathe again

the desire pulls them back

they hold deeply at last

floating on a breeze of honeysuckle

the bright Blue Heron screams his triumph

Seekin’ Me

Seekin Me



watchin the sun comin up

is glory speakin to me

watchin a doe shyly blink

is glory peakin at me

birds singin an hallelujah

is glory beseechin me

an eagles echoing screech

is glory seekin me


hearin the ducks call ‘line up’

is glory tryin to show me

watchin a squirrel gather nuts

is glory cryin to warn me

leaves crinklin in the breeze

is glory dyin to still be

watchin a hawk make his first kill

is glory flyin within me


watchin the trees swayin gently

is glory’s breath rufflin me

hearin the bugs a buzzin round

is glory nearly touchin me

watchin the fish dart away

is glory merely teasin me

but bein the only human with God

is Glory sincerely pleasin me

Irish Beard


an ancient knowing

knew to cling

began to wave

rustled to sing

stretching across

acres of life

never knowing

a bit of strife

coloring the dead

in shades of green

a covering of hope

mistakenly seen

as hair of a dog

scruffy it leered

shaped for a biker

this old Irish Beard

His Promise of Hope




On wings of eagles we will rise

leaving behind a multitude of kin;

our love passed down through eons

as full as a meadow of aspen.

Creating a new nature after were gone

one which will sing of His Glory;

from one moon to another blue

rewriting He’ll author a new story.


“They shall go up, winged as eagles,” Isaiah 40:31

“and your bones shall blossom like grass” Isaiah 66:14

“Because just as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, shall stand before me, says YHWH, so they shall stand your seed and your name. And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one Shabbat to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, says YHWH. And they shall go out and see the carcasses of the men who have transgressed against me: because their worm does not die, [{their fire}] will not be quenched; and they shall be an abhorrence to all flesh.”         Isaiah 66:22

His Majesty


watching over His kingdom

an eye for the fleeing and foolish

His patience displayed

in His embedded claw…

the fish within half a mile doomed

by the unwrinkled cloudless haven

yet dreaming in the cascading light

of a mate on the cave-ridden side

just moments before the King rises

judging his spirit to be worthy

and his life to be worth more

than he could ever dream of

Morning Glory


This is how I spent my morning, sitting from 8 a.m. until 12:00 on Kachess Lake.  The only reason I left being the speed boats began to show up, and ruined my ambiance.  It’s almost 10 miles long and over a mile wide, and let me tell you my arms are feeling it! lol  Yes I felt the burn, in case you were wondering, as I paddled across it twice.  I started in about the middle and went west to the end, in the picture, but didn’t go east much of my starting point.  The winds were picking up and the water got pretty choppy.  I saw two eagles, sitting above me in trees, and right up until around 11:00 it was absolute serenity!  Watching the sun light up the trees as it cascades down the mountains, it was just glorious!  I wish you could all go kayaking some time, its surreal.  🙂  have a wonderful day all!!!  


This is THE LAST post I create in wordpress, I’ve already lost it and had to redo it again.

I bid you a not so fond farewell, and a do fk yourself!


Love me some Windows Live Writer!!!

Steve Hi, next time you’re nearby, I owe you a drink or two

….possibly many more!!!!!  You da Man!

said the spider…

'Oh, but you're looking lovely today,'
said the fat hairy spider to the lovely butterfly.

'Why thank you sir, aren't the colors wonderful,'
she asked him fluttering nearby?

'They are quite spectacular I must admit,'
he moved a bit closer ready to pounce.

'See how my eyes flutter when I fly,'
she moved away before his trounce?

'Why don't you do a beautiful flip through these
ugly trees and brighten my day?'

'I may have only bloomed a few hours ago, but
I wasn't born yesterday.'

Woo Woo….All Aboard…

“The duck train is now leaving the East dock, heading directly to the Western Mud Patch at a slow paddle.  Please keep the line straight folks, we don’t want to lose anyone.  No cutting in line, and no fishing while the train is moving….Hey, you back there with the white stripe on your head, I said NO fishing while the train is in motion!  Your lovely ducktress will be along momentarily with our breakfast menu; worms and fresh mosquitoes.  We should be arriving shortly, with no wind turbulence.  Please keep your heads up and out of the water, and out of your neighbor’s butt in front of you!”



Mr. and Mrs. Eagle

snuggle coo snuggle love

making new eagles

watching from above

interrupted momentarily

from noisy walkers below

ruining breakfast in bed

for a lovebirds’ alpenglow

hoping once is more than enough

to produce what’s pure and right

one of God’s greatest gifts

His Majesty in flight

The Light Over Yonder

birds fill the sky with song

flowers open as I wander

through life swaying gently

breathing in the light over yonder

shining through my soul

breezing all hurt away

blinding at times

inhaling peace this day

amongst my ripples

the shine of glory

smiling at the light

of the Son of the Morning

Daily Prompt: Weaving the Threads ~ take two

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

(Had to have another go at it, sorry all! lol)


Part 1


don’t whip at me

while I adore this moment

hold yourself back

while I sit in amazement

don’t blow this perfection

back to shore

I’m cloaked in a garment

of Glory galore


Part 2


the rain is depressing

almost halting a shiver

the trees splatter

instead of a quiver

the bugs are hiding

the birds no longer chime

the wind whipping

somewhere else for a time

no scent in the air

the breeze lies dead

the stillness behind each drip

compressing my head


Part 3


run like the wind

from the truth

that is you alone

breezing through life

like the mane of a horse tangling

with each stop flying through a mystery

you can’t touch or grasp that is slipping

through your fingers

like the wind

Sky an Oar

sky an oar softly

through a tender mystery

drifting along a shore

waiting for a promise

rippled in a mirror

spoken to a breeze

deep blue descends

longing for breath

staring up endlessly

at wild welkin wisps

endless patience ruffles

a come hither lap

hear our falling song

the echo of birds

a muffled bay

from a waning heart

rushing below shadows

waiting for an embrace

Come as a Child

Come as a Child



with the innocence of children

living life as it should be

knowing their Father will help

when their cat’s up a tree

giggling in the yard at simple

rainbow bubbles floating away

racing through a sprinkler

squealing on a hot summer day

learning how hard life just is

falling down a hill scratching knees

tears of pain darkening their sphere

it only takes a hug to stop their pleas

becoming little humans at every turn

absorbing every character they meet

like sponges out of ocean water

learning from others they repeat

parents’ love alters from the inside

teachers we hope are excited teach

inspiring the innocence into dreaming

way beyond their unknown reach

their souls are an open canvas to paint

their minds soaking up every single word

they live in the moment innocent of guile

this is how we Come to the Lord

Mated for Life

So we’re supposed to mate for life?

I’m not sure yet.  How many webs have you got?

4, like normal…look at the purple on my forehead, your sons will be hunted down.

Eeeek….(swims away coyly, he keeps up easily)

You see those Elvis curls on my ass?

How much snail slime you use to keep that going?

Not much…how about my color blocking?  It’s pretty tight.

Yea, I suppose.  I’m looking for someone with a little more on the inside.

I’ve got a quicker picker upper and a quacker packer.

Ya wanna go look for worms?

A poem written using the titles of the poems I’ve written over the last month; almost all in cronologic order! lol Yes, I have run out of material! BWAHAhahahaha ….could this be…writers block?? seriously……if you know me at all, you know I can’t shut up…hahaha I’m off writing on a novel, and must ….go ….back ….now…. (use Cap’n Kirk’s voice there) have a great weekend EVERYONE!!! AND MAY YHVH BLESS YOU AND PASS OVER YOU ALL!!!




out of the rain she huddled beneath

His shoulders broad and kind

keeping her from drowning daily

enveloped in a prism of certainty

by His enlightened glitter

He knows who she will be at the end

letting her stay a child before

enjoying moments of:  ahh kayaking

her neighborhood painted in His Glory

to Him she is, my dearest you

the Holy Spirit teaches her soul

on her knees

good morning world


the truth

the mystery of existence


after wards

in a hallowed, sacred whisper


she hurled

then He unfurled….

her world

Creative Writing Challenge: 2AM Photo

According to the clock it was 2:03 a.m., when I finally heard the phone vibrating across the nightstand.  I was too groggy to focus my eyes, so I reached for my glasses and looked at my phone.

“What the hell?”  I’m looking at a picture of a shadow in the grass.  It looks at first impression to be a spaceship, taking off or landing, with the streams of a gas or fuel smoke below it.  This is how my brain functions at 2 a.m.

I’m kind of interested, so I rub my eyes, look again, and think, is it a tree?  And then I wonder who the heck is sending me a picture.  I don’t even have the ability to text on my phone, let alone send or take pictures.  It is old school, old.  Receiving a picture is pretty much blowing my mind.   I finally get around to wondering who sent it, but if I close the picture to see, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it back.  There is no save option, but how am I to find out who sent it if I don’t?

I turn it sideways, look closer, back to normal, and still I keep seeing this spaceship.  My brain has already thought it may just be the shadow of a tree , it could easily be one, but I love psy-fi.  Always have.  Love to write about it too, so my brain keeps thinking this is some joke sent to me by a friend, a joke about a spaceship.

I get up to go make a cup of tea, grab a cigarette, and stare at my phone trying to find a button on the face that would allow me to see the sender.  But no, I will have to just close the picture to see.  I’m gonna shoot whoever sent this and woke me up at 2 a.m.! 

I take one last look, trying to memorize each detail, because I have no way to upload it or save it.  Then I hit the “end” button to remove it from my phone display.  Then I select the call button to bring up the last phone numbers to call me, and there it is.  “932-663-4673 xt (223)”.

Never heard of it before; never even heard of the 932 area code, so who the heck managed to send a picture to my phone, and who are they?

I love a good mystery too, as a writer there isn’t much better.  Writing about people’s lives is usually pretty predictable, same with love stories and almost all movies.  I can always tell whats going to happen before it does, unless it’s a mystery or science fiction.  I love both.  At this thought, I begin to run through my friends who might do something like this, and who would have the ability to send me a picture, on a phone that doesn’t do pictures.  I can’t think of one single friend who does the latter, but the first; that’s pretty easy.  The list would be down to about 4 people; who would risk waking me up in the middle of the night for a joke.  Most know better than to do this.

Eburg would do it; just because he’s a shit.  Sunshine would do it, because she knows I love a good mystery and a joke.  She’s the one person who thinks I should be a comedian full-time.  But, I’d still rather write than be the front man.  So, I write.  Then maybe it was Tom, who is usually still at the bars at 2 a.m.  Drunk though, I don’t think he has the brains to pull it off.  My mind just can’t wrap around the simple fact that my phone does not receive pictures.  It has a display that is digital, with a simple background color, and does a stupid graphic when the phone comes on, but that is it.  I don’t think it even uses pixels, it’s so old.  So how the heck did they do it?  If I can figure out how they did it, I’ll know who.  And then there is my son.  He would do it.  He could care less if he wakes me up; he just laughs and says, “Aww, Mom, get your ass up!”   Which he knows I’m usually up at this hour, because I work nights.  So staying on the night schedule is best for my sleep habits.  Which means I sleep from about 4 a.m. to 12:00 most days.  All my friends know this too, but wouldn’t dream of calling at 2 a.m.

I figured since I was up early, I’d get ready and hit a lake with my Kayak.  I also decide to stop by my friend’s house on the way home, since she lives nearby, and I need to return her cd’s that I borrowed.  So I started loading the truck, trying to be quiet for the neighbors.  It’s tough to toss a kayak into the bed of a pickup quietly.  I get it strapped in and head back in the house to get ready.  It’s still cold out, especially on your butt in a kayak on a freezing cold lake.  So I pile on the long undies, thick socks, and an extra sweatshirt over my normal clothes.  Grab my coat and hat, camera, phone, and make a large pot of coffee for my thermos.  I’m hungry so I eat some toast.  Then I wait.  I play on my computer for a while, making a post or two, upload some cool shots, and wait for it to be about 4:45 before I leave.

I drive through town, and head to the pond that sits not far from Mt. Si, so I can take pictures of it reflecting in the water.  It’s gorgeous, and one of the few spots with a lake close enough to get reflections.  It’s technically a meadow, but a deep, still one.

I arrived at about 5 a.m. and unload the kayak, oars, life vest, and put all my important stuff in the large, plastic, Ziploc bag I use, just in case the kayak flips.  Lock the truck and climb in.  I immediately head to the far side, quietly and with as little noise as possible, which is the hardest way to row a kayak.  You have to dip the oars in at a nice angle, so they don’t splash and very little water drips off them when you lift them.  It’s a really good cardiac workout though, and burns a boatload of calories.

I’ve captured many cool shots during the sunrise over the mountain, one of some ducks, and a few other birds flying across the pond in reflection.  I’m very happy, talking with JHVH, and totally enjoying my morning.  I’ve went through about 4 cups of coffee, and need to find a tree.  So I paddle to the north end, that heads a bit west where no one can see me from the road.  Unless someone is hiking through the wild, across logging lands, there is no one there.  I pull into a small beach type area, just a higher dryer part of the pond, but there is a grassy area a few feet in, and I walk towards this, checking out the view, looking for angles to take pictures from also.

I think, I’ll have to get the camera, this is too pretty.  First I walk a bit farther, around some trees and sticker bushes, and take care of the coffee issue.  As I’m walking back, I freeze in my steps.  Not twenty feet away, is a small circle shaped spaceship, a dark forest green color.  Not shiny metal at all.  Just hovering, with light white streams of steam or something shooting from the underneath side to the ground.  There is a long tube-shaped thing, about 10 feet high, extending from the center of the ship, underneath to the ground also.  It was the same exact view of the picture I received on my camera, only this time I wasn’t looking at the grass.  I was looking at the spaceship.  My heart was racing.  God, what if they take me and probe me?  I look at my kayak, only 75 feet away or so, with the only thing I ever carry as a weapon; a canister of pepper spray that is attached to my car keys.

I slowly start to inch my way towards the kayak, knowing it’s my only escape, thinking maybe it just landed and doesn’t know I’m here.  I can dream, can’t I?  Because as a writer, I know something like this never ends well.

The ship is just sitting there, and as I try to calm my breathing, I am slowly, carefully taking small steps towards the kayak.  I get about 10 feet from it, and hear a hissing sound as the long tube is sucked back up into the ship.  Still the ship sits there, but I decide I’m outta here!  I don’t think I would’ve been so freaked out, if I hadn’t been alone.  I have always wanted to see an alien, or talk to them, but to have it really happen scared the snot out of me.  I hurry on, get in the kayak, and back up quickly, not caring about sound anymore, and then turn in a quick spin and take off for the other side of the pond.  I look back once or twice, but once around the entrance to the beach area, I can’t see it anymore.

I get about half way across the pond before my heart calms down, and I decide to get my camera on and ready, just in case it takes off and I see it.  I put it in my lap and paddle backwards for a while, hoping to at least get a shot.  I think, if I’d only had my camera when I got out!  It never fails, I’m always a day late and a dollar short.

I reach the other side without getting any pictures, and wonder what it’s doing over there, or if I missed it leaving.  I keep an eye out, while I load up again, but don’t see it.  I really bums me out, to think I was too chicken to stay.  I have always wanted to go for a ride with aliens into outer space, because I figure if anyone can do it, they can.  I’ve dreamed of riding with them to see other galaxies.  Not caring in the slightest that they would take me away from Earth.  I would love to see the stars from space.  I would love to see the other planets.  It really bummed me out.

I head to Cindy’s house, to drop off her cd’s, and pull in her driveway at about 8 a.m.  She offers me coffee and bacon and eggs, and I enjoy breakfast with her and her daughter, who’s about 13 years old.  She’s a sweety, but your typical teen, who doesn’t communicate with you unless you are texting her from the same room.  We get to laughing about it, as she types to a friend while eating, and my picture problem comes to mind.  I’ve already told them about the UFO, Sara is telling the world via her phone.  I ask her if its possible, and she laughs and says maybe the company that’s your server could send it, even if you don’t get pictures.  They can upload graphics and stuff.  This is nice to know, but as I’m chatting it’s dawning on me that the photo was EXACTLY what I saw!  How could that be?  It’s like deja vu via wi-fi!  It’s freaking me out again, as I talk with my friend and her daughter.  Finally Sara asks me for my phone, and says,

“Bring up the phone number.”

Sara is chatting with her best friend Karina, who also happens to have won the Regional Texting Championships just a few months ago, and can text over 90 words per minute.  She is addicted to the phone, and knows every trick a phone can make.

Sara texts the phone number to Karina, and within seconds and answer comes back that says, the number is a fake, it doesn’t actually call anything.  I start to say,

“HOW can that be?”

Sara starts giggling, and stops my sentence as she leans back laughing out loud.  She says,

“The phone number in letters, if you add in the extension number too, comes out to mean “We Come In Peace!”