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Just another beautiful day at the end of a hike. At this point it was time to sit, have a drink and yes, drink it all in. The greenery, the blue water, the gentle curves and shapes, all are soothing to the eyes. This is toward the end of the trail in Smuggler Cove.
“ …..serenity isn’t the absence of movement…..” - John Roedel
There are just a few ice caps forming on the branches near the river. This one caught my eye at the last minute. It is worthwhile to retrace your steps at a scene and be surprised by a perspective you never noticed at first. The churning of the water was a gentle rush that soothed me. I love listening to the rhythmic sound of a flowing river.
T'was the night before Christmas
he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with
presents to give
and to see just who in this dweling did
live
I looked all around a strange site to
see
No tinsel, no presents, not even a
tree
No stockings on the mantle just boots filled
with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far
distant lands
Medals and Badges, Awards every
kind
A sobering thought came alive in my
mind
This house was different, it was
dark, it was deary
I had found the home of a
soldier
I could see that most clearly
The soldier lie sleeping, silent, alone
Curled up on the floor in this one
bedroom home
His face was so gentle, the room in
such disorder
Not at all how I pictured a
United States Soldier
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for
a bed
Then I realized the other families
that I saw on this night
Hold their lives to soldiers, who are
willing to fight
In the morning around the
world, the children would play
Grown-ups would celebrate a bright
Christmas Day
But they all enjoy freedom each
month of the year
Because of soldiers like the one lying
here
I couldn't help but wonder, how many
lay alone?
On a cold Christmas Eve in lands far
from home
The very thought brought a tear to my
eye
I dropped to my knees and I
started to cry
The soldier awakened, I heard his
ruff voice
Santa don't cry, this life is my
choice...
...I fight for freedom, I don't ask for
more...
...My life is my God, my country, my
core
The soldier rolled over and drifted to
sleep
But I couldn't control it and I
continued to weep
I kept watch for hours... so silent and
still
as both of us shivered from the cold
nights chill
I didn't want to leave him on that cold
dark night
This guardian of honor, so willing to
fight
then the soldier rolled over with a
voice soft and pure
He whispered Carry on Santa, it's
Christmas Day...
...all secure One look at my watch
and I knew he was right
Merry Christmas my friend, may God
Bless you this night
.... can feel the frozen warmth of the sun
through snow's gentle caress on their peaks
Munia Khan
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"I have spent hours and hours watching elephants, and to come to understand what emotional creatures they are...it's not just a species facing extinction, it's massive individual suffering.”
― Mike Bond, The Last Savanna
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This buck stops to stretch and rub his face into this spruce bough. They do this as a means to leave their scent , secretions from eye and facial glands, on the bough and leave their mark. They will also nibble on the branch tips and their scent gets left that way as well. This "scrape" is part of their behaviour to mark territory and attract does.
Galatians 5:22 King James Version (KJV)
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
On a tree we planted about 10 years ago. The small fruit it produces helps feed the local wildlife.
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When the sun went down, it got real cold. A few moments later the ethereal light of twilight tinted the landscape with a gentle glow and warmed my heart...
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There is a farm on Long Island that has these beautiful and gentle Highland cattle...
This big boy has been around for close to 20 years...
sadly, almost at the end of his life span...
Highland Cattle have a long life span of around 20 years. They can easily sustain cold winters with their double coat of hair, and they guard themselves against predators using their horns. As they always move in a group, predators cannot attack them quickly.
Something soft and gentle to take you into the weekend after this very traumatic week. This little colt is just a few weeks old. He is taking a little rest white the rest of his band of wild horses get their drinks and wash off in the water.
Colorado Wild Horses
Every year around the 15th of January, like clockwork, the famous Humpback whales of Samana arrive, having traveled all the way from the North Atlantic to relax and frolic in the warm waters of the Caribbean, a bit like you and me!
Of course it’s not just vacation time for them, they are also here to mate and give birth to their 1.5 ton calves which can often be seen next to their mothers, consuming up to 50 gallons of rich milk (50-60% fat) daily. Calves born here were likely conceived here the year before, as the gestation period is 11.5 months.
Humpbacks feed almost exclusively in the summer months when they can be found in the northernmost and southernmost cold arctic waters, rich in krill, plankton and small fish. Krill, tiny crustaceans found in abundance in the world’s cold waters, and plankton are filtered through an array of balene plates found in the whale’s upper mouth. Humpbacks are ‘Balene’ whales, which feed by taking in huge gulps of sea water and pushing the water back out through the balene filter system in a process called ‘filter feeding’. The krill and other food is trapped by the filtration system consisting of bristles between the plates. Balene was once more commonly called ‘whalebone’, famously used in corset stays and petticoats when these were fashionable. Humpback whales rarely feed at all during the winter months, generally surviving on their fat reserves during the time they can be found in the Bay of Samana.