Job 32:9 “Great men are not always wise“
Stephen Hawking was an exception to this rule, I believe.
Is real math wise, or is it simply right all the time?
Truth is — being true to yourself does not equate to being right.
Left with nothing to show for its day, a black hole remains hungry.
Like Charles Darwin before him, Stephen Hawking didn’t believe
a God was necessary in the story of how we came to be,
how it all got started, or how it all will end.
If you find that hard to stomach,
you’re in good company.
In memory of the remarkable Stephen Hawking
January 8, 1942 to March 14, 2018
Photograph from Wikimedia Commons
Red Robins can read real people signs just fine, no worries.
Sometimes, at the least, magic appears fully lopsided.
Sometimes, flowers crane their necks to peek out the looking glass.
Tricks are for kids AND kittens — just ask Rudy.
He’s downright Irish sometimes!
Snakes are gone, but not forgotten.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I leave you with the link to my true leprechaun, Rainbow Eyes
Do help yourself to a peek.
When it rains Sandhill Cranes, even thunderstorms take note.
Lord knows how long this migration party’s been going on.
The Platte River itself is giddy over being the chosen haven for a spell.
The lowly hills bow down to receive this ancient blessing.
Even after the cranes call it a day, one is left with a sense of hope.
The river silently agrees.
Roundabout February 14 to April 15
Photographs by Uncle Tree
When my parents picked up our gnarly roots in 1974
and transplanted us from Missouri to Nebraska,
we rented a house about two city blocks from the infamous Tanker Hill.
From my current back porch, it stands around 3 miles away.
Why does looking West remind us to look to the past?
Simply because High Noon reminds us to remember the present?
One’s perspective always gets fired up when memories light the way.
Not only salt pillars make History.
Season to taste the best!
Uncle Tree made a play to get close, but he didn’t pass Mum’s security check.
The babes hesitated and peeked, but followed Mum thereafter.
Ganders gallantly stood their ground for grazing hungry goslings.
In the meanwhile, Mum taught impromptu getaway maneuvers.
From heron out, I declare — birds must stand still when posing!
Okay, besides this guy, who’s got the gull to oppose me?
That’s what I thought, good gully.
At the end of the day, peace and quiet beckon me home.
Twilight highlights the opportunity to reflect.
The solitary Moon longs for stability, as do we.
Restlessness rules those who refuse to accept the way the world turns.
As a rule, no righteous endeavor is a waste of precious time.
Coming to terms begins and ends with me.
Mother Earth loves her tan, but I bet she longs for Spring.
Sandhill Cranes love Husker corn, but I bet it leaves them wanting.
“Hay Cranes! What the bale do you think you’re doing?”
Nonchalant well-defined, minus the red cap.
Under the radar