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  • Labor Day Beauty

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    Didn’t encounter any wild critters wandering through the Great Smoky Mountain today. Perhaps they’re traveling for the holiday 😊. However, the wildflowers treated me to a kaleidoscopic bouquet of eye-candy wonder. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.…

  • Blue Moon

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    Fred D
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    Please forgive me . . . last evening my inveterate, juvenile spirit got the better of me. High up in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, at a pull-off along the Foothills Parkway, I ‘mooned’ my spouse . . . well kinda’ 😊 . . . we had driven up there to watch the Blue…

  • Creation’s Wonders

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    Fred D
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    My thoughts of rising early and climbing the mountain to witness the expansive wonder of a Smoky Mountain sunrise were reclaimed by slumber . . . perhaps I’m finally getting old . . . perish the thought! 😊 Finally getting upright, I poured myself a steaming cup of java and ventured outside for a short…

  • Alter Ego #2

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    Fred D
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    A while back I began a collection of short, anonymous tributes to some of my wan-a-bee alter-egos who graciously blessed my life by being there to support and encourage me to keep-on-keeping on when life’s journey found me traveling unpaved roads. An alter ego is defined as one’s second self, a different version of one’s…

  • Wan-a-bee Alter Egos

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    Fred D
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    Who’s your desired, wan-a-bee alter ego? Until the John 14:3 “…I will come back and take you to be with me…” promise is fulfilled, and my last fleeting day becomes my first eternal one, I will ever aspire to, but never come remotely close to the perfectly sinless, flawless example Jesus set. He will forever…

  • Pretty in Pink

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    Fred D
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    “Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.”  George Santayana Creation’s wonders ever astound and bless me. Today’s lily blooms displayed an ineffable definition of Pretty in Pink. “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil or spin, yet I…

  • Bird in Hand

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    Fred D
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    “In every walk nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir Such was my wander today as this trusting little feathered friend brought to mind some comforting passages: “For only a penny you can buy two sparrows, yet not one sparrow falls to the ground without your Father’s consent. As for you,…

  • Road Trip

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    Fred D
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    Just north of Roanoke today. I decided an impromptu detour would be a fun 4th of July activity. Exiting the Interstate traffic’s high-speed hum, we launched out on an unplanned road trip exploring the west-central mountains of Virginia. Before long, winding through Old Dominion’s vast rural stretches of forests amazed me . . . not…

  • Who Cares?

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    Fred D
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    Alone up in the mountains last evening, witnessing yet another magnum opus sunset, an ambivalent tinge of grateful/melancholy set in. The peaceful ‘together we stand’ sentiment of the nation I was blessed to grow up in as a child has tragically succumbed to militant ‘divided we fall’ belligerence my children now must contend with. In…

  • Creation’s Magnum Opus

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    Fred D
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    No words . . . just a glimpse of Glory that graced my eyes today. “Consider the lilies of the field . . . Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these“‘” Matthew 6:28-29 I M Blessed . . . May U B 2