9 Replies to “As the Day Slowly Rises”

  1. derrickjknight – UK – I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.
    derrickjknight says:

    Excellent

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  2. Srishti – Hey there! My heart totally beats for conservation. I've spent time diving into the world of environmental protection, working across different sectors and gaining a well-rounded view of how we can truly make a difference for our planet. When I'm not busy with all things green, you can probably find me lost in a fiction book, obsessing over stationery, or perhaps even trying my hand at horse riding or dancing! And fair warning: I'm utterly addicted to sweets, so maybe keep them away from me! What's next for me? I'm super keen to keep learning and growing in the conservation space. Oh, and fun fact: my love for water took me to Thailand in 2023, where I became a PADI advanced open-water diver. It's opened up this whole new, amazing underwater world that often gets overlooked!
    Srishti says:

    Nice!

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  4. clcouch123 – In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
    clcouch123 says:

    A haunting place, well, with the mist or fog and all. I think I’d want to see it from a boat–be on the water side, that is. They are cattails? I’ve never seen a field of them before, let alone depicted in such an effective way.

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    1. This marsh is very haunting in the early morning with the fog. Lots of cattails, home to many geese this year, the heron has not returned. I miss him.

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  7. judybarton – Still in love, complicated, almost stupid, interested to recognize herself. "Up to the age of eighteen years old everybody writes poems; after, only two categories of people may continue to do it: poets and idiots." (Benedetto Croce). Obviously I do not consider myself a poet.
    judybarton says:

    That’s a strange thought and and an interesting thought.

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