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Have you ever bothered to realize
how much you mean to me?
I care so much for you inside
and miss you so deeply.
My mind is always curious about
the way things might have been.
As days go by and time goes by,
I look back once again.
All the time I held you in my arms,
I had the whole world right there.
There you were, comforting me with
all of your charms.
Every little kiss from you
was like a dream come true.
This love that I have inside my heart,
it all belonged to you!
It's funny, all those little things
I never thought I'd miss,
Like all those conversations we had,
or the first time we kissed.
I guess that what I'm trying to say,
is I miss and love you more each day!
It hurts me not to see you,
or not to know if you're ok.
I want you to understand
that I loved you from the start.
And I want you to know,
no matter how many miles
we may be apart,
you'll always hold a special place
in my heart.
Deriek Ellis
A lot happened between the time we ate at Taki's Restarant in Erie and we got on the road home Sunday Morning. Let me explain. No. Let me sum up.
We went back to the campsite for a nappy-nap in our hammocks. Before taking said nap, we decided to put everything we had with us - including my camera bag and all of my clothes - into our tents and tarp them over for the "showers" that were approaching.
When everything was just so, we went to our respective hammocks for a nap. When the showers started, I was almost asleep. It was nice, though...the pitter-patter of rain on the tents, the sound of the waves from Lake Erie, the cool breeze...
...and then the skies opened up. Showers? I think not. This was a THREE HOUR DOWNPOUR. Now...this would not be so bad if we would have thought to leave our RAIN GEAR outside the tents. But no, we were already soaked to the bone before we could get our dry clothes out. (Our tents opened from the top, so in order to open them up to get something, you'd have to expose everything in the tent to the elements...great design)
So we spent the next three hours making the best of it; walking around in the rain and walking down to the docks and walking back to the site and walking to the edge of the lake and, eventually, screaming at the heavens to please just fucking cut it out.
And eventually, it did. The sun even made an appearance, and our spirits raised. We took off on a 30-something mile ride to Ohio to go to Red Lobster for dinner.
While there, the skies opened again, and this time there were really strong winds. We could see trees bending over outside the window. I started to freak a little...were the tents even going to be there when we got back? If they were there, would they be flooded? I hadn't slept real well in that thing when it was dry and warm out, now I was going to have to sleep in this flooded, tarped coffin of a tent? Oh no. No. We needed to get a damned motel room. Screw this.
John humored me and called a motel. We even called our campground hoping a cabin was available. No dice. So we decided to go back and just hunker down for the night.
We arrived back to find our tents were there, and they were dry. What a relief. So no campfire...so what? We sat around a lit sterno and I had three beers and then we retired to the tents, hoping the morning wouldn't be too terrible so we wouldn't have to break camp in pouring rain.
Sunday Morning
It rained overnight, and sleeping with no air circulating had gotten the best of us both. John woke at 3am to just pull the tarp off his, and I rigged mine with a bungee cord tied to - what else - an electrical box so that there could be air movement into the tent. But when we emerged in the morning, it wasn't raining, and John was able to pack up in dry weather. I was a bit more unorganized, and so it started raining by the time I was done. But anyway, we got our waterlogged gear onto the bikes and headed out.
The road into the campground was a muddy, slippery mess. Forgot to mention that. So with the extra weight of our wet-assed gear on our bikes, we cut across the grassy field and only took the mud road for about half the distance to the main road. Once we reached the main road, however, something was wrong...it still felt like I was on uneven mud.
To be continued...
Park bench near the lake in Osborne Park in Willoughby Ohio. Just before sunset. The only thing missing is a lovely couple holding hands.
A buddy of mine saw my new-car pictures and asked me to shoot some of his new car. (Like we didn’t see that coming.) He’s an early riser like me so he showed up early enough for the good part of sunrise. He didn’t realize how I like to work a subject but after about 20 times of turning various lights on and off he was getting a clue. I don’t know if he was bored or feeling guilty but he was trying to get me to quit, right when the light got great. “Look, you’re missing your sunrise.” I assured him I was not.
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©Don Brown 2024
Waiting for yet another day .. to increase the distance between our hearts ..& the hole in the solid wall of your soul ..
Missing you is my everyday routine … like an old hobbit … so desperate to get rid of !!
SERENDIPITY
sorry 4 being late on replying your adds ,,, I have 119 msgs unread >___<
soon inshallah .. trying my best .. bs the # is increasing mashallah !!
Although it may have been loose it was helped out by the boy at school who decided to head butt her as they were playing. The tooth fairy still came :)
Having been away from 'home' for so long I have learned to miss things:
1. Missing those back at home. Loved ones I yearn to see.
2. Missing those in the heavens. Souls and heroes that shine in an every moment of me.
3. Missing myself. The deepest feeling I have ever felt.
NB: I am in a very positive mood.
Hardly seeing any at all now as the weather cools and Winter closes in.
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More in my set, "Dragonflies - II" including some really cool micros (macros)! Click the link below to visit my "Dragonflies - II" set:
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And enjoy my original set, "Dragonflies:"
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Have you ever seen inside a dragonfly's mouth?? I'll take you there! Be sure that you don't miss viewing my set, "Dragonfly Mortuary/Autopsy:"
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Our cat, Cody, went missing yesterday while we were finishing up cleaning our old home in Kingsland, Georgia.
He fell/jumped out of a window and has been missing since roughly 11a.m on February 14th.
We have been looking everywhere, left our number with the humane society and surrounding fire department, posted flyers, and have walked through the surrounding woods.
We left food and treats out for him and when we went to check for him again this morning the food was gone and we saw what we are assuming are Cody's foot prints.
We are under the impression that he is hiding out in the woods.
Unfortunately we are not able to stay an additional day here in Georgia to look for him because we have to be in North Carolina no later than tomorrow morning in order to get the keys to our new home and meet the movers there so they can drop off our things.
Cody is missing in Kingsland, Georgia near the Lakes area/s, so please, if you or anyone you know live around there, please pass this along.
We need our kitty home with us!
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Soc went 'walkabout' after dinner one evening in July and didn't return.
He blessed us with his irreplaceable presence for 15 years, refusing to accept his failing health and continuing to grasp the world with all four paws at every opportunity. Intelligent, talkative, curious to the point of recklessness, he used his own 9 lives plus many more over the years.
I trust that he glimpsed the Gates of Feline Heaven glinting in the twilight as he chased rabbits through the fields and, ever the adventurer, found their beauty irresistible.
A most uniquely outstanding friend and companion, perhaps Soc knew that saying 'Goodbye' would be impossible, so he departed as he had lived, impeccably.
He is sorely missed, but the memories of his graceful charm (and his madcap escapades) will be with us forever :-)
There are more pics of Soc and his chums in the Big Beasties set.
Soc has continued his adventuring - he's now Exploring in flickrLand :-))
See the Explore images together in Explore Set.
Biography
Soc came to stay as a 7-week-old rescue kitten in 1993. A possible encounter with an old tin can, as a youngster, left him with a forked tongue, but the indignity of being syringe-fed 35 times a day until he could eat again created an unfathomably strong bond between us.
He would come along with our dog on hikes through the countryside, chatting endlessly as we walked. He was always an adventurer and an earnest story-teller - eager to share details of his trips to the river, hunting the local ducks, on his return.
Surgery for a parathyroid tumour in 2005 failed to curtail his joie-de-vivre, though the vet could do no more for Soc's heart, as he became more frail over the past year. He began to prefer a chair in the sun to forays through the garden fence into the fields. I began to dread a long and painful goodbye, but it was not to be.
The July evening Soc left was sunny and warm, the corn was high, easy for him to forget his 15 years and imagine himself a dashingly handsome young cat again... perfect for his favorite pastime of rabbit-chasing from days gone by...
He didn't come home. All searches proved fruitless.
I'm so glad that he didn't have to suffer a long, painful illness, but I still miss him so much.
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Photo: Soc (aged almost 14) in the summer house, his favorite place to spend sunny afternoons bird-watching :-)
Editing: Photoshop.
Orton technique instructions: blog.fotonomy/tips/the-orton-technique/
Rose photo: from the bouquet seen in White Rose Twilight, also used in the digiArtwork Phoenix.
Tree silhouette: from Dusky Pink Dawn.
Thanks to my inspiration: words of Peace.
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