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Lower than the sharpest knife in the drawer.
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Tag Archives: Sunsets
Sideways Sunsets
Distance is relative when flying sideways into the sunset.
Relatives seem distant at times for good reason.
If the Sun ever needs another reason to set,
we’re all relatively screwed.
Uncle Tree
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A Sunflower Sunset
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Sunflowers at
Sunset
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Summer’s First Sunset
Spring-like temperatures stole the show on this first day of Summer.
The average temperature for June 21 is 86°, but the 68°
we reached today is plainly ass-backwards.
The Summertime Blues shall have to wait, since
Spring came so unfashionably late.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
“Stay safe, folks!”
Keith
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May You
May you ever face the sunset landing bravely catty-cornered.
May you ever go down famously flaunting your fabulous colors.
May you ever remember how to get twiggy with it, when necessary.
May you ever say, “Cheerz!” to the merry month of May!
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Raising Crane: After Sunset
Sandhill Cranes in Grand Island, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 12, 2018
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(Click on any pic to enlarge your view)
The Sun Sets On Stephen Hawking
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.
Uncle Tree
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In memory of the remarkable Stephen Hawking
January 8, 1942 to March 14, 2018
Photograph from Wikimedia Commons
Winter Set Afire
Cupid’s heart burns like a valentine afire.
Dragons breathe in the frigid air, and exhale colors warmer than they look.
Pinks and purples wait their turn, like patient lovers long for day’s end.
Life’s purple majesty lies in the hearts of we who have eyes to see.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Stay warm, folks!
Cheerz!
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Great Plains Skies
After the sun sets, geese fly above the cover of pink.
Leaders and followers both occupy the same time frame.
Families become communities, once the day comes to a close.
Fly me straight, and fly me high!
After all, illusions are only numbers cut down to size.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Great Plains Uprising
Just like we do, sunsets come and go of their own accord.
There’s no wishing they could stick around longer than usual.
Half-ass gone and hanging by a wire
(who’s about to turn 60)
Uncle Tree
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