Solar winds notwithstanding, we glide the curtains closed,
eclipsing our former shadowy figures with a shadier version of sunny-side up.
The creative evolution of an artist takes time — time worth spent.
Do bee friend my tree friends — find time to get young again.
Bee sure to preserve the best life has to offer.
LU & UT
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A supremely wonderful Bed and Breakfast Boat on the Missouri River.
Very reasonably priced for a small, but fancy cabin,
a tasty wake-up meal, and a well-anchored over-night stay.
Sunrise over the Missouri River
Get a room on the riverside, and step out to this view.
While you’re there, catch a ride down river on The Spirit Of Brownville.
Just up a ways yonder on the riverbank — a beast of history:
The dredge Captain Meriwether Lewis
“Ride on!”
Keith & Lu
♥
In the heat of the moment
in the heart of summer
Surrender to your hunger
and submerge the urge to vent
“Put some water in the melon, Watson!”
Moss Rose Sunset
Sky’s High Five
Happy Summer!
LU & UT
♥
“Seventh time lucky, dear teen?”
Green is not a primary color? Go figure…
red — orange — yellow — green — blue — indigo — violet
a — b — c — d — e — f — g
1. Feel lucky 2. Get lucky
do re mi fa so la ti
7 x UT x 7
do it
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A symbolic misrepresentation of freedom, independence and justice for all.
Iconic Americans taking sides and squaring off
Grandeur defined! — (at Wildlife Safari Park in Ashland, Nebraska)
True colors never age, and seeing them never gets old.
Luvz and hugz from Uncle Tree
with Spencer Watson
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Draining the sky of pink
Every crack in the sky exposes the rays unstoppable in the clearing,
which is not necessarily the landing. Yah, wish away.
A storm without light in its midst
is like…well,
like a well without water in its belly.
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ÜT
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For my part, when it comes to organic life, the sum of the parts is not equal to the whole (of the universe, i.e., God). If Life’s #1 rule is suffering (just so we can know we’re alive, because we are painfully conscious of the fact), then Death’s #1 rule must be equal to unbelievable ecstasy.
Ah! So, the question is: If we are famously immortal souls having a human experience of futile suffering, then why don’t we long for infinite ecstasy, instead of longing for an inconsequentially longer life-span?
Or, in other words, why wish for a lengthier version of eternal suffering?
Heliph Ino
UT
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Hunger under thunder roars
Prayers where field mice play
Provide what hides from my success
Patience persists above all else
Prey in sight might fly away
Naturally stealth and abnormally nurtured
Words and pictures by Uncle Tree
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Near to death are we all, every day we’re on the ball.
Knocked out of the park, by God, into remembrance,
we chase fearsome thoughts back to their base of obliviousness,
as the next moment runs for home, without a second thought.
Moments need not wait for the right time to act
newly born and up to bat.
In fact, they have no choice. Do we?
Swing away and stay safe, my friends!
Words and photographs by
Uncle Tree
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Some days the sun sets way too early,
and some days it levitates for far too long,
but some days the sun doesn’t show its face at all,
and all we are left with is faith and hope in the heart,
and the eternal knowledge that it keeps in store,
for love may be blind, but it forever sees the light.
Words and photographs by Uncle Tree
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