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Joy Comes In Fur

JuniperFoxThis is a fox called Juniper. She is the happiest, most vocal, and loving fox I’ve ever seen. She is a rescue with a special permit to keep. Her person is Willow Brooke, and she has a page on Facebook. This is also her photo of Juniper. She calls this the “Pancakes Squee face.” I look at this face and cannot help but feel some joy, and a skin-shiver of specialness.

And but then, this is the only place where fur should be special, bring joy, or anything like a skin-shiver, yes? Don’t you just want to hug and cuddle that creature? That special being that brings the gift of herself wherever she walks. Or runs. Or sleeps.

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Simple

Isn’t it amazing how the simplest things can be amazing? Amazing and surprising. This is the type of photo I would use back when I was teaching. I’d ask the kids to write everything they could see in the picture. Some papers came back written on both sides. Others of course would say just the basics. Still there was always the joker who would say something like, tree. Ah yes, in the eye of the beholder.

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Winter lingers on Cape Breton Island, Canada. Photo by Kris Tynski

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More Magic

Here’s another lovely place that hints of magic and wonder. Imagine sitting there—writing, painting, sketching. Or doing nothing. Just being.

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Photo by Kay Feldkamp

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History

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A post from History Books. I love artwork done prior to the understanding of perspective. You can see how the artist struggled to give the illusion of depth and three dimensions. And look at all of the stars, or suns on the books. Not one without. Was the intention to add the effects of illumination?

 

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Magic

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There’s Magic in old English Cottages. Just looking at a photo of one brings that softness of time that whispers to you. If things aligned just right, you know you could walk through that doorway and into another time. Inside those stone walls, the coolness in summer, the warmth of a fireplace in winter. Animals that would wander by: deer, squirrel, maybe even a fisher or two in the creek that flows behind the trees. Of course birds of many colors, as many as you can imagine. These are the things that make us wish all magic could be real, that ghosts spoke to us, that time could be bent, that the path between us could be opened.