Abba's Art

Tag: Alaska

  • Fun Is Ageless

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    Fred D
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    To enjoy life to the fullest you ‘moose’ have fun. A couple of old duffers did just that at the 2022 Alaska State Fair in Palmer, Alaska. 9 or 90, goofing around is healthy . . . don’t forget to take your medicine 😊 “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dies…

  • Rusted and Restored

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    Fred D
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    My rusted old watering can has sprung a leak. Over the years we’ve nurtured and raised many summers of vibrant flowerbeds together. Having attained an advanced state of maturity???😊, and a tad rusted out myself, I’m not a big throw-away fan. I can remember my grandfather having me straighten out used nails . . .…

  • My Kinda’ Politician

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    Fred D
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    Politics are not my thing. However, the combative tenure of the elections occurring in Alaska and Wyoming today is discouraging. Radical contention has replaced reasonable compromise. The “One Nation Under God” our founding fathers envisioned is sadly becoming two nations under political division. As an octogenarian I’ve been privileged to witness times when “reaching across…

  • Termination Dust and Eagles

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    Fred D
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    A friend in the Lower 48 brought a smile to my face when they asked, “What is determination dust?” It’s called termination dust, and refers to the first snow that appears on Alaskan mountaintops signaling the end of summer. Actually, termination dust is an oxymoronic term . . . many Last Frontier mountains are covered…

  • Glorious!

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    Fred D
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    The rains have ended.  From the deck I stood in silent wonder as my Abba tucked in another day brushing this awe-inspiring masterpiece across the heavens. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “The heavens declare His righteousness, and all the people see His glory.” – Psalm 97:6 Keep Looking Up .…

  • Rainy Day Reflections

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    Fred D
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    For the past three days the sun has taken a hiatus from the Last Frontier. Continual, confining drizzles have taken up residence, raising creeks and dampening spirits. As an ole retired dude, I’ve a favorite dampening antidote . . . curling up with a book until the sun returns from vacation. Turning pages by the…

  • Feathered Friends

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    Fred D
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    A pair of trumpeter swans, a grebe, and a loon were my drizzling mist companions on a tranquil canoe paddle on the lake this afternoon . . . a relaxing backyard trek well worth to getting wet for 😊 “The boundary lines for me have fallen in favorable places” -Psalm 16:16 Keep Looking Up .…

  • Berrylicious!

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    Fred D
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    Guess what’s growing wild in our backyard? . . . bon appetit! 😊 Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!

  • ‘Looney’ Tunes

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    Fred D
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    Canoeing in a light drizzle across the lake yesterday, a pair of Gavia immer serenaded me. The melancholic warbling call of the common loon is the call of the wilderness.   . . . a tranquil respite that was mine to embrace in troubled world.  I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “Peace…

  • The Call

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    Fred D
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    I heeded John Muir’s motto today … “The mountains are calling and I must go”… across the lake, Castle Mountain whispered my name. The trek up took a tad longer than usual. Yes, I’m a year older since my last climb, but I suspect sampling the ripening blueberries along the trail accounted for some extra…