Author: L.E. Hansen

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Stopping By

The Woods and Words Today. While we continue to wait for official election results. Covid 19-end days. The next turn around the corner.

  • Posted by David Moynahan

Female Northern Flicker. Came upon this neglected shot I made a few years ago. I was alerted by a neighbor that the flickers were migrating through the area. Lying on my belly in my small blind (set up overnight on her property), I was able to capture a few shots of these beautiful ground feeders. Thanks Melissa Starbuck. And thank you, David Moynahan.

The Waiting Days

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“Welcome Back, America”

In Paris, the church bells were set to ringing, and the mayor sent the message to Biden: Welcome back, America!

In other news, there will now once again be dogs at the White House!

Posted by America Votes For Biden

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This

What it is like until the other dies. And why it is more than final when gone. And why longing has new meaning, a new edge. Another part of self erased.


“I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.”
Jeanette Winterson – Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Posted by Ravenous Butterflies

Richard Bergh – Nordic Summer Evening, 1899-1900
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This Election

So tired. So very tired. I can barely move. I went to bed last night very late but no matter. I’m sick of what this country has come to. What will happen to our earth? Our animals? Our leavings on this planet?

“There is an eerie sense of Panic in the air, a silent Fear and Uncertainty that comes with once-reliable faiths and truths and solid Institutions that are no longer safe to believe in. . . . There is a Presidential Election, right on schedule, but somehow there is no President” Hunter Thompson

posted by Poetic Outlaws

I read a post by someone who said “I guess the words we speak, the truth, means something unless you are a Democrat.” This when the one-who-was-elected has lied at every public speech. I no longer understand anything.

Go in peace, go in love.

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The Thin Time

In the chilly season, when the air grows cold and the spiders die, comes a thin time. The days are short, so all the light of them is concentrated, squeezed between the dawn and dark. This is why the light is different, and each thing has a Shadow. This is when the other worlds draw close, and the barriers between grow thin. In a thin time, they say, you must be careful, because you might walk through a cobweb unthinking, and find yourself Elsewhere. There is more than one other world; no one knows how many. Some beasts can see one; the dogs will sometimes stare at a blank space on the wall of a cave, and their hackles rise at what they see. Sometimes, I think I see it, too. [From Master Raymond’s book. Copyright 2020 Diana Gabaldon.]

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