I need many shoes
for all of these soar old feet.
Off to the shoe store!
Millipede friend in our garage… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
The Agony of De-feet Haiku
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All Posts Tagged ‘musings’
The Profundity of Haiku
The seriousness
of zen-like Haiku: Profound!
Beetle Juice tastes great!
Beetle Juice main ingredient… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Territorial Dispute Haiku
Not enough room here
on this leaf for both of us.
Guess you have to leave!
Crane Fly… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Froggy
Fast not last
and ditty dance
circulated bound
Not slow or first
or spongy thirst
or rivulet round
Not here just there
not underwear
resplendent like a clown
Just slippery soggy
not so groggy
a leaping up and down
Hop and jump
splash cur-plunk
a wishy-washy sound
Leopard Frog Ribbit Ribbit (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Leopard Frog Ribbit Ribbit (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Happy Edentulous Halloween!
Today i will be going to the annual Halloween Party at the school for the multiply handicapped (where i had worked as a teacher before i retired); it should be a hauntingly fun day!
I knocked out all
of my teeth last night
to cash in big with the Tooth Fairy
and fill my pockets right
I’ll be buyin’ candy wid all of dat cash
which i’ll sweetly eat right away
(and the beauty is dat
i’ll not have to worry about tooth decay!)
Halloween Tooth Fairy Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Haunted Houses 4 Sale
Haunted House Realtor Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Pucker Up!
Kankakee County Humane Society Benefit Booth Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Basking beyond the need for belief
A nonmediocre novelty lasted for relaxed nonseparative miles
as we drove past steady sunflowers who sweetly worshipped the sun
In a divided disorganized planet of perplexed savage wars
omniscient order majestically does nevertheless easily run
Multitudinous millipedes mingled in the downbelow grasses
as businesslike bumblebees hurriedly bustled in blossoms far up above
And the saintly sun’s devotees seemed to move like precision clockwork
with a passionate proclivity for life and for love
Sunflower Time (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Sunflower Time (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Two Special Poems about my dear Uncle Lefty
When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison
he wasn’t keen about Loop Quantum Cosmology at all
He was much more interested in the thickness
of his cold prison cell wall
When my dear uncle Lefty finally left prison
he wasn’t interested in visiting me nor my uncle Ed
He was more intent on staying permanently stiff
and forever remaining dead
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[Note: The attached photograph is either of my uncle Lefty (who may or may not exist) or of a model of a Neanderthal at the Chicago Field Museum. Which is it? I won’t tell you, but i do have a big smile on my face as this is being written.]
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When my dear uncle Lefty was in prison
he’d secretly dig at his cell wall whenever there was loud thunder
When my dear uncle Lefty finally got out of prison
the digging was all conveniently done for him(as he was six feet under)
My dear uncle Lefty (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
My dear uncle Lefty (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Beyond the Sedentary Way
Wonderfully then
came upon now
beyond images of “I”
beyond everything anyhow
Magically beyond wish
floated limitless dying
finishing dead symbols
in an alive not just trying
Sweetly far from measure
burst a timeless moving
not of stale thoughts
not of physic’s proving
Beyond the Sedentary Way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Beyond the Sedentary Way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Turtles Airborne someday soon!
Being in the water
is our domain
Being out of the water
is our domain
We can’t (as a species) fly yet
but we are certainly considering the possibilities!
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[Please… don’t laugh about the possibility of “flying, airborne turtles.” In reality, from what one has seen so far, many people are a lot less likely to fundamentally change away from the self-deceptive, standard, run-of-the-mill, crass, bourgeois mentality… than the occurence of turtles evolving to fly.]
Who knows: Those huge webbed feet could be turned into wings over time! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Impossible union
impossible union
mixed in the mud
dimmer than never
brighter when always
transcending shadows
creeping so shyly
(finer than sand dunes
silence)everlasting
nowhere to be found
worshiped fallaciously
falling with snowflakes
rising in time
once upon ever
words were their reading
slowly as learning
fast as a crime
Mixed in the mud. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Birdhouses are for the birds… (Multi-Photo)
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In my birdhouse
we take shelter from the rain
In my birdhouse
we sleep well,without pain
In my birdhouse
we are safe from violent wind
In my birdhouse
we are born,we come in
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[Note: Birdhouses at my sister-in-law’s (Mary’s) and brother-in-law’s (Gary’s) place. They were constructed, homemade, by Gary…. painted by Mary.]
Birdhouse (4… At my sister-in-law Mary’s place.) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Birdhouse (3… At sister-in-law Mary’s place). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Birdhouse (2… At sister-in-law Mary’s place.) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Birdhouse (1… at sister-in-law Mary’s place). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Dragon King (Multi-Photo)
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Mighty dexterous Dragon King
far back as the Carboniferous
heavy-bodied, strong flying,
adroit acrobat of the air
with iridescent soap-bubble-like wings
an aerodynamic, amphibious, predatory, territorial glider
who hunts on the wing
and who has to answer to
nobody
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Dragon in his Lair. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Dragon in his Lair. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The story of the lagging worker…
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His boss wanted to fire him because he was accused, by his coworkers, of moving at a snail’s pace.
“I realize that I’m a bit sluggish,” he exclaimed, while red with embarrassment.” He then said, “There are a lot of sluggards in my family, I know; we were brought up wrong, and some of us are trying our best to get out of the vicious spiral that we are in; please give me another chance.”
“Well, OK,” said his boss, with a straight face.
And so he happily continued in his job of cleaning the inside glass of aquariums… not once thinking that his job sucks.
[If you are still working for an employer, remember this little story, and realize that (in deep reflection) the observer may not be all that separate from the observed.]
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Red Ramshorn Snail. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Flowers, silence, and magically beyond me… (Multi-Photo)
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I never left where I’ve always been
and I’ve always been where I never left
I never found what I always lost
and I always lost what I never found
I never thought where I’ve never been
and I’ve never been where thought never was
Where thought never was is where the real magic has always been
and the real magic has always been where thought never was
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Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
That babbling brook… (Multi-Photo)
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Listening to the babbling of a beautiful, nature-filled brook… rather than the babbling of stuffy, old politicians…
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Babbling Brook. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Babbling Brook. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Raccoon (Multi-Photo)
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A furry ball, with legs,
mischievous, bandit-like,
omnivorous, curious, stalking,
walking in our area,
which is also his area,
our area,
his kind were here first,
in a way, we are the intruders,
bare-skinned, bipedal, tall,
like-wise mischievous, ape-like,
dangerous, stalking, stealing…
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Local Night Bandit. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The winding forest… (Multi-Photo)
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Close to the dazzling ocean
I wanted to mentor them
each and every single,spraying drop
each and every friend
Inside the combative,clashing waves
I tried to comfort them
within endlessly flowing life currents
with end inside of begin
Deep within the winding forest
we shouted loud to them
but no human sounds were ever heard
nothing but bold,towering trees within
Inside each of the ever joyous trees
perennial,green life continues to grow
without neural networks of pain
without the need to know
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The journey is the destination. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The journey is the destination. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
An average Ode to Mr. Average… (Multi-Photo)
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Mr. Average walked along in his very average way.
Mr. Average — according to his father — was born on a very average day.
Mr. Average, when he was young, went to a very average school.
Mr. Average, when in class, was around average with the breaking of the rules.
Mr. Average, within his mind, partook in an average degree of thinking.
Mr. Average, regarding his eyes (each day) blinked with around the average blinking.
Mr. Average, like most everyone around, saw his self as being separate and apart.
Mr. Average, when shopping with his wife, was a typical shopper at his local Walmart.
Mr. Average, regarding his diet, ate all of the typical meat.
Mr. Average lived in a rather typical American suburb and lived on a typical street.
Mr. Average, regarding his shape and weight, was not excessively round.
Mr. Average, regarding his thoughts and feelings, never felt anything profound.
Mr. Average, throughout his life, worked at a very average job.
Mr. Average, regarding living things suffering, was never inclined to sob.
Mr. Average, as a father, sent all of his children to an average school.
Mr. Average had around the normal degree of anger… when someone would call him a fool.
Mr. Average uttered the typical saying as he uttered his very last breath.
Mr. Average, when they hurriedly buried him, was interred at around the average depth.
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An average Cemetery Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
An average Cemetery Beetle. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Large with joy… (Multi-Photo)
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a microscopic mushroom
growing on a tree
is an umbrella for someone little
who is large with joy and free
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Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Lady in Red…
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The whole world was a book
that I had read…
Or did it read me?
The whole rainbow was a look
of what eye held red…
Or did red hold me?
The whole time was a while
that I had lived in…
Or was time what was me?
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Lady(bug) in Red. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Katydid… (Multi-Photo)
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You were
green with envy
and those big, greedy eyes — of course — were
a large part of the reason why.
And those massive, attentive ears of yours,
upon your knees,
were nature’s way of letting you stand up to what you hear
about yourself.
When you passed by that radiant tile
and reflectively peered at yourself,
you vainly realized
that you were
the most beautiful
Katy(that ever)did.
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(Note: Katydids actually do have hearing mechanisms on their front leg — knee — areas; this affords their narrow bodies with wide, stereoscopic hearing. This better, stereoscopic hearing aids greatly in locating prey and in evading predators.)
Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Oh, where is Tom?… (Multi-Photo)
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Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…
When I was a child, they’d say:
Oh, where is Tom?…
And always the answer was…
Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.
Now that I’m rather gray and elderly, they say:
Oh, where is Tom?…
Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.
Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…
😉
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(Note: Many insects see, in addition to other colors, ultraviolet – which we humans can’t see – so the following photo may be like what they actually perceive.)
Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Where separation ends…
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Strolling under vast skies of blue
one’s self disappeared into everything new
Running through thick fields of green
one saw oneself in everything seen
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Viola Flowers. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Ode to a Tree… (Multi-Photo)
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Towering skyscraper
beyond the roots of pain
endlessly growing
touching the heavens
tossing winds again and again
Perfect being
beyond shallow wants or needs
purer than proud
straight among brothers
never feeling hate or greed
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Skyscraper. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Skyscraper. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Going back… (Multi-Photo)
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Tonight, go back in time to when you were a young child.
(Revisit that immortal youth that was)
far beyond the jaded, stodgy, leaden views of the overly-busy adults.
Soar again in those floating dreams… then go beyond dreaming to how
you were so very amazed at life’s wonderful, majestic living creatures.
Remember, back then, how you were small
but your perceptions were magical, large, and vast.
Return and youthfully run and fly again through that enchanting world.
Then never grow up.
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Able to fly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Able to fly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
(Multi-Photo)*** Give some people to the truth…
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Give a dog to a bone
give a flower to some water
give a child to a hug
give a reader to the blog
give a charity to some dollars
give the question to the answer
give the itch to the scratch
give the darkness to some light
give some spider to a color
give the world to yourself!
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Give some spider to a color (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015
Give some spider to a color (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015
Ever so daintily eating…
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When many eat, they are very careful not to bite their own fingers, yet willingly hurt others… not realizing that — in a deep sense — they are one’s self also.
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Delicately eating. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015
The windshield wiper and the windshield…
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The painter is the painted. The cleaner is the cleaned. The climber is the climbed. The thinker is the thought.
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Elegant Lady. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
A twist of fate…
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The turning of the knob was the door opening and the movement towards being closer to nature.
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Knobs and entry ways… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
(Multi-Photo)*** The River
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Let the mind be malleable and adaptable; flow with changes with poise and adroit movement.
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[This is a local river area in fall.]
River Flow (1) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
River Flow (2) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Beyond the thunder…
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Give a flower to a rainy day and watch the sun begin shining happily. That rainy day is not separate from what many people are.
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[A Hover Fly enjoying some nectar adjacent to a mosquito that had a massive heart attack. (The mosquito probably sucked someone’s blood who had a lot of bad LDL cholesterol!)]
Going for meat increases your level of bad cholesterol. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
United forever…
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The Future and the Past got married; they officially named their newborn child… calling him Now.
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[Saber-Tooth Cat skull, (Machairodus giganteus), 12 million years old, Guanhe Beds, Linxia Basin, Gansu Province, China.]
Opening up at the dentist’s… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Circles
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Circle ends and circles again. Circle ends and circles again…
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Circle ends and circles again… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
There are other alternatives…
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We won’t ever have a clean, pristine planet if, for instance, fracking is more important for creating jobs and oil than green energy is for world health.
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[Brown Paper Wasp… Polistes metricus. They nourish themselves on nectar and pollen but also seek prey, consisting mostly of caterpillars, to nourish their colonies’ larvae (which reside in “paper-nests.”)]
Getting a little side-snack. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Super good looks…
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If you’re like me, you don’t let your good looks go to your head.
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Mantis of the year! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Clinging to the apron strings…
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A mind that merely clings from one experience to another in order to be happy is, unfortunately, a rather infantile, impoverished state of affairs; it need not be that way.
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[Poison Ivy leaf cluster in the fall.]
Not a good thing to walk through! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Babbling…
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I’d much rather listen to a natural, babbling brook than the babbling from all the bourgeois, self-important, stale politicians and bureaucrats.
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[Close-up of a natural, babbling brook that one was passionately listening to.]
Alone again… naturally… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Revolution!
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The only true and profound revolution worth fighting for is a nonviolent, spiritual one.
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[A Meadow Spittlebug weathering out the rain. They are very small and feed on a variety of weedy plants. Adults readily jump or fly when disturbed.]
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
A mind that is off the beam…
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In life, everything hangs in the balance… (even if you are unbalanced).
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[This Steel-blue Cricket Hunter is not, currently, interested in hunting any crickets. Adults drink nectar. Larvae feed on crickets and grasshoppers.]
Hanging in the Balance. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Make her day…
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Give a living, potted flower to an elderly friend… whom you expect nothing in return except for maybe a big, fresh smile!
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Lily. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Nature’s Revenge…
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Man may exploit nature, use nature, try to cultivate nature, neglect nature, and even allow nature to be destroyed; but, in the end, nature always prevails.
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[Wild Grapes, using a tractor as an arbor.]
451 Cubes ain’t diddly. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Pawn to King 4
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Let the authoritarians keep their gobbledygook. Look and feel for yourself!
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[Fall colors! That acorn may be the Oak Tree’s first move regarding continuing the game.]
Splendid fall colors. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
What limitation and fragments?…
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All true wise men have a propensity to understand the whole.
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[Silver-Spotted Skippers are distinguished from true butterflies by the antennae, which are wider apart at the base and end in pointed, curved clubs. Silver-Spotted Skippers — and all Skippers — are so named for their erratic, skipping flight.]
Silver-Spotted Skipper with its curled proboscis. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Little Miss Muffet…
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Life is not dull or monotonous to a dynamic mind that inquires joyfully.
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And frightened Miss Muffet away! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Question
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To wisely question may be more intelligent than having concrete certitude.
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[Eyeing the camera (with a smile)…]
Captured by the Hopper’s lens. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
(Multi-Photo)*** Priceless…
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You can buy stuff, but you can’t purchase integrity, compassion, and deep insight.
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[Local Creek in Fall]
Local Creek Up Close. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Local Creek. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
That old, musty rug…
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Life is far too precious to sweep it under the musty rug of indifference. Help save the planet and go green!
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[One of the local Tarnished Bugs investigating a wildflower. Tarnished Bugs seek out nectar and pollen.]
At the edge of one’s habitat. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
Precious diamond from the primitive coal…
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See each facet of life as part of the undivided whole.
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[A Horsetail Plant growing through some Queen Anne’s Lace. The Horsetail Plant is an extremely primitive plant; indeed, it looks rather Devonian-like in appearance. The stems are hollow, with no true leaves. The Horsetail Plant likes wet areas, such as ponds or marshes. Horsetail has no known food value to wildlife.]
Horsetail Plant extending through Queen Anne’s Lace. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014
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