In Hidden Valley the sunflowers grew
Between the poplars, fresh with dew.
They marked our divots; and in the sky
The crows, still cawing as they fly,
Break the calm that lies below.
We are the scattered. Short days ago
We laughed, played late, watched bonfires glow.
Then the river rose and now our homes lie
Silent in Hidden Valley.
Dedicated to the 305 Hidden Valley families who lost their homes in the flood of 2013.
Inspired by the poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ by the Canadian WWI soldier, John McCrae
WWI Memorial – A Brooding Soldier
My Family In Flanders Fields
It’s called ‘The Web’ because once you’re in it, you are stuck.
- Terry Hall -
I’m going to take some time off – see if I can find a new Happy Place. I know it exists somewhere here in my mind, but I’m not having much luck finding it right now.
So, I’m going to unplug for a while. I hope you will come back to visit my blog when I return!
Before I go, here are the photos I took the last time I was at the cabin. It is quite remarkable what is blooming out there. All 305 homes were destroyed, yet the flowers are cheerfully acting like nothing happened!
A yellow Columbine or Aquilegia.
A pink Rose. It is a hardy bush rose, but I don’t know it is called. I wish I had one in my yard!
A white Shasta Daisy. These grow like weeds at my place.
An orange Daylily. I have these in my yard, but they never look this good!
A white Mallow or Sidalcea. I’m really guessing on whether that is what this is. It has leaves like a cranesbill geranium, but flower buds like a little hollyhock.
An orange Heliopsis helianthoides ‘Asahi’ – commonly called a False Sunflower. I’m guessing that is what this flower is called…
I hope I’ll be able to return to Hidden Valley next year to see what is blooming – but I don’t expect the Siksika Nation will allow us to enter once our buildings have been demolished and removed, and our lease has expired.
Before I go, please tell me if you have ever taken a blog holiday. How long did you leave your blog to fend for itself? Did you find what you were looking for while you were gone?
From now on we live in a world where man has walked on the Moon. It’s not a miracle; we just decided to go.
Every two or three years, there are two full moons in one month. The second full moon is called a Blue Moon. A Blue Moon can also occur when the moon is the third full moon in a season that has four full moons. Confused? So am I.
The term ‘blue moon’ has nothing to do with colour. It is more likely that the word ‘blue’ actually came from the word belewe, which meant ‘to betray’.
Last night, according to the news, there was a Blue Moon. It was still there this morning (only in a different location in the sky, of course.) I took photos at 9:20 PM and 6:20 AM (9 hours apart) which means the moon had traveled 20592 miles (33147 km) while I had been mostly sleeping!
Did you know: a day on the Moon is about 27.3 days long or maybe 29.5 days – I found several different numbers for this rotational period. The Moon’s rotation and other complicated things explain why we always see the same side of the Moon.
How often have you looked at the moon and were sure you could see a face? Oddly enough, I don’t see one in this photo, do you?
You moon the wrong person at an office party and suddenly you’re not ‘professional’ any more.
- Jeff Foxworthy -
Another moon photo taken with the same camera: Canon PowerShot SX50
You find a lot of junk when you’re searching through lost and tossed photo ephemera, but every so often you’ll find a gem, a wallet-sized masterpiece you’re certain could hang on the wall of a gallery if only someone with a name had taken it. Find one or two of those and you’re hooked for life.
- Ransom Riggs -
The Mona Orchid by Margio da Antelope Street
Margio used an inverted pyramid design to place the flower simply and calmly in the space of the photograph.
The enigmatic and slightly open mouth expression, common to the entire Orchid family, is a genetic adaptation that allows Mona to call out to her family, “Heads down! The county mowing machine is heading our way!”
Mona and her family really should move further from the edge of the road…
Someone’s Mother by Margie (a Whistling Bird is nearby)
Margie achieves tonal composition and harmony in a simple pose of quiet contemplation.
This is the story about the Lady’s Slipper Orchids that live near me: Surprise in the Ditch
It really is a miracle that this small patch of Orchids continues to live where they do. Browsing deer and the county mowing program reduce the chances that the flowers will multiply by seed.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley – ‘The Cloud’
The Targets – Front Yard
The Damage: Pink Peony
I’m getting rather paranoid whenever I see a rain cloud, what with the Cabin Flooding, and this rather horrendous hail storm that hammered my home and garden.
This is my explanation of why raindrops become hail: Hail Alley
Now and then simple country raindrops are tempted by a dark cloud full of icy sirens to stay aloft for a while.
- Margie -
When I saw these clouds, I thought about punctuation. Don’t they look like big apostrophes or commas except they curve the wrong way? I think they are Cirrus uncinus clouds, but I’m not sure.
The cactus with the curved arms are Saguaro cacti.
I turned the photo into a marble – the clouds lost most of their curves, but the cacti didn’t.
To see how other photographers interpreted this topic: Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
To see other marble photos: Marble Gallery