Bridges of life…

Two bridges in the same State Park. One is a man made structure with beams, and construction materials for support. The other is made from the land we hiked. With limbs from trees, and branches. Both unique in their beauty. Like that of the bridges of life. Some are made by others structurally sound for the crossing. Some are a walk of faith. Each step creeks with forward movement. Yet we need at times to cross them both. The beauty in that of the bridges of life. Never be to quick to burn a bridge, for the rebuilding may not come to pass. Hike the bridge, like you hike through life. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other. In stride…maybe with a friend by your side. Mine is God he walks all the bridges of life with me, hand in hand

Photo Credit me; Riverside State Park. Spokane Wa. Hiking the massive terrain. One on a beautiful summer day when the trails are endless with hikers detours left and right. The other on a brisk winter day. The bridge of branches covered with frozen snow. Both beautiful in their own right. Both walked over, and we made it safe to the other side..

Weekly Photo Challenge: Bridge

Upon a weed, and a wish…

Every child in their youth, and come on adults tell the truth we find these weeds fun! Age does not make a difference. Blowing as we make a wish. Don’t tell anyone what is it or that wish you blew may not come true. Blowing with all our might, watching the air take flight to our fanciful youth 

This actually is a Taraxacum officinale. 

When we blow upon its round circle watching it dissipate from its circles form, it seeds the ground where dandelions invade. What a trade a wish for an army of dandelions taking reservation as if they were allies upon on our neatly groomed lawns. It would never dawn on us not to entrust the imagination in that child like play. Its transformation from a round bolbous plea, to a yellow icky smelling flowery weed. It is done, we blew with all our desire

Hoping our wish come true. A Gardner’s worst nightmare, and we all have taken part in it. I did this just last year, and I can’t tell you what I wished for. That is between me, and Taraxacum officinale..

An unwanted decal in most yards across America. A dandelion taking relief, upon a weed and wish. What a conundrum indeed in a Taraxacum.

So the next time you see one will you pull it from its root, and blow upon it making your wish?. You bet we all will…

This is a passing of time, yet we will take part in for it is passed down from natures generations. It is because it is based upon a weed and wish. 

We all live for just one wish…if for only it came true as we blew. Shh. Mine is still in the making, and I did blow with all my might. All the seedlings took flight to dandelions storms wreak havoc. So my wish very well still may come true🌻

Weekly Photo Challenge Delta

Porters Barber #8, and his dog diggin’ life what a sight! 

It is not all to common to be driving, and see such a sight. It was one of those only in “Spokane” kind of moments. I have heard of this man whom drives his classic rig around town (Porter’s Barber Shop) # 8. It was great! 

With his dog chillin’ out the moon roof. Adorned with an American Flag, Yin & Yang, and Fart Can Racing decal. The others I was not close enough to say. I had to hurry up, and take this fast. Before I knew  it he was as distant as my past. Never have seen him again…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Transient


Nestled Mushroom 

For this you can stay focused on the mushroom nestled in the grass blades. For it is not a psychedelic. What they call “magic mushrooms” this is not. Still I would never eat either. This was not par for course with my dinner 🍄.

It still sits nestled in the grassy nook in the corner of our yard. Just for looks…

 Weekly Photo Challenge: focus

All in a doors work…

Doors, 100’s upon 100’s of doors. Interior, Exterior, all sizes, and dimensions. Every kind of wood you could ever imagine. Aisles walked for blocks of just doors. In this nifty little buliders surplus store. Hoping to find that diamond in the rough. Prices are crazy low. We looked, we pulled, we glazed over each one with our hands.  

After a quite a long while, and our eyes seeing with distortion we came upon a Mahogany door. 32 wide, 76 high. To our surprise in this huge surplus of order we found our door for the making. Taken. 

A work in progress we laid it in the back of the truck to bring home, and make use of our router. Hinges, and door knob hole etched out. Primer too. One step closer for the “For Sale” sign to be hung in our yard. All in a doors, I mean days work. 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Order