Laine's Blog, Thinking Out Loud

The Hollow Log

 

 

The sun is shining in a break

in this long hollow log,

giving life to any number of creatures

and green living things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fallen Oak, Wolfe Laurel, North Carolina.

© Laine Quinn 2018

 

Strange Landscape...

 

 

Whichever way the wind blows,

so blows the fog,

and clings

when the weather insists.

 

 

 

Top of Bald Mountain, the Appalachian trail on the right, and a well trod trail it is.

© Laine Quinn 2018

Frozen Fog!

 

 

On top of the mountain

the frozen fog

persists!

 

 

 

 

Bald Mountain, at the Appalachian Trail, with a view of 5 different ranges and frozen fog clinging to the branches.

© Laine Quinn 2018.

I'd Forgotten...

 

 

I'd almost forgotten that daffodils were my Mom's favorite flower.

She'd be 100 this year,

if she had survived her difficult challenges -

impending divorce, depression, alcoholism.

Back in the 70's it was all behind closed doors.

 

I'll never know her as a wise old woman,

but as a woman,

who loved the ocean,

daffodils,

and her home.

 

I'd almost forgotten about the daffodils,

but then

I didn't

forget.

 

 

 

 

For my mom, Nancy T. Quinn, born April 12, 1918.

The daffodils are from my recent trip to the mountains in North Carolina, and yes, it snowed! And the daffodils bounced back by the afternoon! © Laine Quinn 2018.

A Little Grounding...

 

 

Sturdy,

solid,

ready for anything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountains in North Carolina.

Road Trip...

 

 

From a moving car,

the background is almost stationary - almost.

The foreground is whizzing by.

 

You can learn things about yourself

when you step outside of your ordinary life.

 

 

Things that are obvious once you get hit over the head with them,

like -

we aren't going to live forever,

me and my friends,

we aren't going to live forever.

 

Of course you know that,

but when you lose a friend you were sure you would see again and again,

it hits you.

 

No matter how perfect or imperfect that house on the hill is,

it will one day be gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the road near Lake Lure, in North Carolina.