This scene, from one of my favorite movies, is also my favorite scene in that movie. Mr. Mom marked the beginning of an era, a time when roles really were reversing in the American family, a time when Dads not only … Continue reading What’s Your Woobie?
Time to wake, you sleepyhead The dawn is breaking o’er your head. Life is stirring all around, a symphony of sight and sound. Chirping birds in every hue. Awake! Breathe in, enjoy the view … Continue reading Daisy Dawn
I am so sorry it has taken awhile to get back to the chapter and it was so good being with my dear friends of Domhan again. I hope you will enjoy this segment. If has been too long since … Continue reading The Rise/Forever Never
That’s just nasty…. and now they are separated forever! 😱 Lone Sock Continue reading Nasty/Random 15
When soft comes the morn on light’s whispers born and dewdrops gleaming, Earth’s bosom teeming with waking life! ‘Tis in that moment of dusk to dawn when blossoms flutter and canyons yawn, fingers loosen their grip and dreams quietly slip … Continue reading Comes the Morn
Scully: Mulder, there is no scientific evidence available to authenticate the likely existence of anything resembling a half human/half-fish creature such as a mermaid. Mulder: Shut up and kiss me, Scully. Scully: I thought you wanted to explore the case … Continue reading Just What Truth Are We Talking About?
HOkay I am diving into the fun, courtesy of https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/ mostly because of the prompt word ‘spell’. You can read all about the prompt and rules if you click on the link as well as meet Linda! What ‘prompted’ me to … Continue reading #SoCS Can You Spell Earth?
It was a risk, for there certainly were rumors of those who had gone in the direction of the white mountains-had gone but not returned. The brave few who courageously dared enter the dense forest had eventually turned back, straggling home with awful stories of low crawling creatures in those woods, things that caused nightmares. Amhain laughed out loud to think of their nightmares. What did they know of true nightmares, after all? The Mother of all nightmares had visited itself upon his world what seemed so long ago that it was as in another lifetime. Such a twisted event had born the cloak of darkness which fathered his own Grand Nightmare, the one that repeated itself again and again, for so many nights that he had lost count. Continue reading The Dawn of the Dream
The words on the sign say it all for the ancient oak, but the words written on my heart are for all the gifts I have been blessed with today and every day Continue reading Steadfast #naturephotography