Let light increase

Photo credit: Sue Vincent.


Sun setting.

The day ends.

It has gotten brighter.

As spring approaches, dusk delays.

At some point, eighteen hundred hours.

That appointed hour will become merely dusky.

Throwback horizons choose to insert themselves on here.

Hopefully it does not interfere with Sue’s photo challenge!


Self-credit for photo (and that car did not hit me)

This photo, from precisely two years ago, precariously/safely prepared.

But today, further east than that photo, eighteen hundred brought dusk.

Merely thirteen days remain until eighteen hundred hours are certainly light here.

Granted, fortnight minus one could harbour all complaints about that infernal lost hour!

You probably notice the structure of this post—but short words make staircases preposterous!

Fifteen risers high, advancing time, and awkward sentences built during times of multipurpose transition—GO!


Lincoln: 6 days

פסח: ל”ב יום (Passover: 32 days)

Eau Claire: 39 days

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The marvellous sky shows a storm front yonder!

The first storm has already passed us by.

This tempest left snow and ice, full of wonder.

The water frozen, and the grasses icicles–oh my!


The intrepid traveller Travis, with no fear in his step,

Bounds excitedly through this frozen field

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! The ice shards are in prep

As Travis will not let the unbridled innocence yield


It is the combination of the innocence of the youth

The fragility of the season

The impending storm which might look so uncouth

And hopefully a cracking is not a reason


The albedo of the ice and icicles so magnificent

In cahoots with the brightly coloured skies giving warning

Regardless of whether received or yet to be sent

It shall be a beautiful morning.


Lincoln: 14 days

J-Term: 27 days

Israel: 179 days

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Beacon of the season #writephoto

As a way to get some blogging going, I’ll participate in a #Writephoto again. Writing this on a Sunday afternoon, I’ll wait to post it until Monday, for the benefit of my readers who might not be online on Sundays. Yet, I’m going to have a Sports Twist on it.

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Not what you think #writephoto

A “poem” for a photo prompt, though it may read more like a freeform poem.


You may see me caged up

But this is not how I see myself

Suspended in the air by a

Wonderful protective shroud

Think  of it like an airplane

Stripped down to the frame

I see a sense of adventure

Ready to fly

Even as others see me as trapped

Look at others’ situations

From more than one angle

You may learn something

Talk to the so-called caged

They may be freer than you


Orientation: 3 days.

Day 1: 26 days.

High Holidays: 52 days.

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[377/441] Teased!

It’s the perfect season

for the weather to do some teasin’!

Yes, frequently the temperature is subfreezing

But the sky doesn’t always have the cohesion!


Look outside on any sunny winter day,

Seems like a perfect time to go out and away…

But then you think about stepping outdoors

Only to face the pratfall on the ground’s icy floors!


And even when the sun shines bright

The cold will very well sap your might

For all the cheeriness that the sun can bring

The schvitzed shirt under a thousand layers you must later wring.


Oh, and how could I forget bright sun

Shortly after a snowstorm is done?

Albedo comes to stun your eyes

Much more effectively than you realize.


And when the sun inevitably hides it face

To bring dreary days that will not efface

You would wish that the sun came back

Even though it doesn’t predict the wind’s attack!


Yes, I wouldn’t trade winter’s sunlight for the clouds

The brightness outside can make any stranded soul proud…

The sun proves that the snow will eventually melt

As you get to later exult with another winter under your belt!


Today is the three-hundred and seventy-seventh day of Mission 441.  Sixty-four days remain.