Winter Creek

The spring and the winter have difficult to decide how they want the weather to be. One day it’s cold and snowing … the next day sun and warm. But the stream is still running through the woods whatever what weather it is. Water, ice and snow … all warm themselves in the sun. Press on the pictures to make them bigger.

Kick sledge on the ice

A beautiful day to go kick sledge on the lake. At first I hesitated to go out on the ice … but then I saw a car on the lake. If ice holding for a car, then it should keep for me. Got some nice pictures of reeds, lake, snow and tracks. I also found a beautiful house in a beautiful location. Click on the image to make it larger.

Memories Are My Enemy

By: Monica Pana

I want to let a desire with minimal intensities to master me, thinking that I will not be led by my mind. I want to let the time follow its path without me in its way, but I let the past determine my future without knowing why.

I want to feel any feeling. Because when you feel something, it is more than an emotion, it’s a proof that you’re human.

I’m sick of everything I ever thought that can grieve me. I never thought that the greatest joy is the greatest sadness. That what I love will destroy me faster than people… I never thought that memories are the greatest enemy of mine.

Things are changing and everything goes away and you wait, but you don’t ever know what or when it will come. Why would everything you want come to you? How can you afford to have everything when you really don’t know what you want?

We are born with desires, we die with hopes. Hope dies the last, but we die hoping. Is there any reason to hope when you know you hope in vain? And when everything you do is against you? All you can do is to say “sad” and to go on with your gaze forward and your heart behind.


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CHAOS

By:- Greg Richards

She ran, hair coursing, wind-borne, wild-eyed, wicker wielding,
Through the bough broken, twig torn, leaf wrenched,
Storm struck, Forests core.
In the roiling cauldron of her heart,
A thunderous vortex brewed,
Magic mimed the spell the words would not weave,
A chant to free her heart.
This knight in shining armour held it tight,
Faerie bane, in painful grip of Iron.


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MIDNIGHT “VEAST”

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A few nights ago, it was just me and the three girls for dinner (ages 17, 15 and 3) at home.  Before we could even finish, Kate (3 yr old) kept turning off the lights and saying she wanted to play “Midnight Veast.”  I think she was trying to say “Midnight Beast,” but that’s what kept coming out.

Evidently this is a game she made up with her sisters, and bless them, they indulge her and play.  However this was my first venture into Midnight Veast.  The game goes a little like this:

  • First, you turn off all the lights in the family room, kitchen and dining room.
  • Someone has to be picked to be the “Veast.”
  • The “hunters” have to sit at the kitchen table and pretend to be asleep until Kate tell us it’s time to wake up and hunt the Veast.
  • Then we hunt for the Veast with a fishing pole that is a bendy straw and have dish towels on our heads because they are “invisibility towels.”
  • The hunters creep around until they find the Veast, and then run like a crazy person back to the kitchen table!

Okay, so it’s a modified form of old fashioned “chase.”  Remember a three year old came up with this.

Another fun part of the game is the person who is playing the Veast has to growl-howl.  No, not actually make growling and howling noises.  Instead Kate told us that the Veast says the words “growl-howl, growl-howl.”  Funny!  This little bossy pants knows what she wants!  I don’t know what she will eventually become in life, but I am betting that whatever it is, she will be in charge.

We played Midnight Veast for about 45 minutes.  Four of us running around our dark house like idiots, with dish towels on our heads and holding straws – but idiots that are having fun.

All three girls are my favorites today.  Kate for coming up with the game.  Avery and Brooke for indulging their little sister and playing a silly game – especially when the majority of their lives is spent trying to look cool to their friends and the rest of the world.

Daily tally:

Avery +2/-1, Brooke +5/-2, Kate +5/-2


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