Category: nature



Many years ago, Hubby, two daughters and I lived on Tom’s Creek Road, in rural Reynolds County Missouri.

The road wound and twisted through a small valley, passing a few homes and small farms. Tom’s Creek itself, roamed across fields, along the roadside, looping and singing as it wended along.

Driving the road at night, one would often find a deer or several grazing along the roadside edge or a passing fox or coyote racing across the open space.

The year we lived there, the kids often played in the 6 – 8 inches of water that slipped over rocks near our house. Once or twice rainstorms raised the flow to the top of the 2 foot bank separating our little cabin from the then rushing flow.

Winter brought a couple of ice storms that made leaving impossible without 4 wheel drive; there was no other way to get over the hills at either end of the road.

Fast forward now, Forty-five years or so…

This past weekend, I traveled another Tom’s Creek Road. This one in West Virginia and due to a malfunction with GPS.

In the dark hours of early morning, the unit directed a left turn onto Tom’s Creek Road. Grandson, Randy, my driver and I mentioned how odd/funny/interesting that was. You know, ‘here we drive 800 miles only to find ourselves right back home.’

This one came off a small mountain, filled with several sharp curves and many many deer congregated quite often in the middle of those curves. I did not actually see the creek in the darkness, assuming it was somewhere below the steep edge of the road hugging the mountain side.

There is another local road that fits the West Virginia Tom’s Creek Road, more than its namesake here.

Finally we reached the bottom and a small town near our destination. When we left, we went out the same way, finding that during daylight it was not quite so exciting, merely very picturesque and pleasant.

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It’s a wonderful Spring Friday, sunshine, blooming lilacs and a bit of R&R as the busy-ness of a traveling week winds down.

On Wednesday our champion bronc rider, Rochelle Two Ropes, posted a photo for the rodeo known as Friday Fictioneers. The photo, this week, from Madison Woods is supposed to start our horses on to the event, to tell a story in around 100 words.

Not the easiest of challenges at times, sometimes that 8 second ride results in a buck-off. Mostly though we make it and hit the score card.

This week, a couple of down on their luck cowboys are preparing to do a days work.

RIDIN’ THE WIRE

Coffee. Lane clanged the tin cup against the battered pot. That was all there was.wire ff 4-22 Madison Woods

Hard work between rodeos!

High above, a hawk screamed a jackrabbit fighting in its talons.

“Food!” Clay thought, picking up his six-gun and shot.

The red tail dropped his prey, flying fast.

Lane shook his head, “Let’s get this done, back to the ranch for dinner”.

 

For more, from other cowboys, riders and clowns  Click here http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=625937

Fellow Fictioneers, some of that busy-ness (translate to health issues and travel) may keep me from the usual round of comments. I will attempt to at least read and ‘like’ all the posts. M

 

 

 


This week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge is brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff Fields and I really recommend you go to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/8-april-2016/ to read the rules and find out more about our quest to tell a story in 100 words or close to it.

This week the photo is provided by J. Hardy Carroll and a sinister and mocking photo it seems to be…ff 2016-04-08 J Hardy Carroll

A Touch of Terror

Sarah stared through the veil of trees at the dark empty eyes of the old hotel.

Years ago, the center of the town, dinner and dancing, one night stands.

She’d heard the stories, Gyp had told them often enough.

He’d seen it, the fire, the bodies, so many lost!

Old man, trying to frighten the young with ghosts!

Foolishness! All the dead are long buried, fifty years gone!

She knew better, sure of herself, she moved forward.

A cold hand touched her arm, or was it just a branch?

She turned, shrieking, ran.

I might have hit a record, my tale is a mere 91 words.

To read more stories and see where the photo takes other minds click here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=622538

Fellow Fictioneers, Lupus has raised its ugly head this week, fogged brain, pain, recalcitrant joints. Will try to read and at least ‘like’ all the posts.

 


nature photo challenge

Recently a friend challenged me to post a series of ‘nature photos’.

I went through my archived pictures and chose seven that I felt were rather ‘special’, at least they are to me.

Then, I added my all time favorite, the misty morning with the Bible verse.

No matter what the weather or the events of the day, it is important to find something GOOD in the day and rejoice.


Big Creek inlet 2016, 15, 14

Yesterday, Hubby felt we needed to go to one of our favorite fishing spots on the upper reaches of Current River.

The large picture is from that trip, serious flooding over the winter has washed away a large part of the low bluff, The ‘green’ picture is from July 2015, and the camp fire picture from June 2104 .

Mother Nature and Father Time have changed the landscape. The spot where we had our campfire has now slid into the water and traveled down stream.

Things change, I hope enough of ‘our little bluff’ remains for a few more years, for fishing and camping as the grand kids learn to enjoy it too.

 


River, river, I hear you whisper.

Calling softly as you dance over the ripples.

Slipping between rocks, drifting, spinning leaves and debris.

Gently rocking bare roots on the bluff…

Soft ripples in the beaver pond,  a minnow flashes, a heron walks
I hear you whisper, I hear you call, softly, softly, singing my name.

airstrip, mayholler, maple trees on B 052


A new year has begun.

I thought would share a couple of photos that I particularly enjoyed from 2015.

 

eagles

taste testing


woody

It has been a few gloomy days here on Sunrise Ridge, fog, rain, more fog and more rain.

This morning the sun peeped out for a few minutes, then heavy clouds returned.

All that, and the appearance of one majestic pileated woodpecker, laughing loudly as he flew by. In a rare mood, this bird sat long enough to allow me to take his portrait.

His visit and a bit of sunshine, did a lot to sweeten the day


frost flowers

November mornings can bring simple surprises!

Frost flowers are created by water seeping from a stem, then freezing.

This morning we came across a lot of them in our travels.

Delicate beauty, gone when the sun warms the earth.


blood moon eclipse 043A blood moon eclipse 044A blood moon eclipse 049a blood moon eclipse 050ablood moon eclipse 049ablood moon eclipse 044AWay before early thirty this morning, I hauled camera and tripod outside to watch the eclipse.

As it commenced, I noticed the ‘wild things’ around Sunrise Ridge seemed to be upset. Owls, coyotes, and foxes blended an eerie harmony across the Ozark hills.