St. Pete

2 Months ago, back before my pain became unbearable, Gary and I were out and about some.

We were getting out a little to explore the surrounding area of our new location.

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Now my body is not allowing me to go out and find new areas to discover.

But 2 months ago, we drove not far from the MacDill Airforce Base and parked to take a walk.

Our destination was Saint Petersburg (St. Pete).  And as luck would have it, we went on the day the city was having their annual Mainsail Art Festival.

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I wanted to share some pictures with you of our walk that day.

Sphere

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Sphere

Sphere –

It was a hot summer’s day, I think sometime in June.  And I walking along and alone to where no one had been to before.

As I was in progress on my expedition, there in front of me it stood.  What a great wonder it was – I was paralyzed in my tracks.

Was it real or an image from my imagination?  The size of it alone was astonishing.

I stood there in amazement and then the pulling began.  What was taking place?

Was this to be the end of me?  And why me?

The pulling was harsh and I had no control and therefore the wonder it was; was now a threat.

The nearer it pulled me in the less tired I felt and some type of comfort took over.

What was this that was taking place?

The sphere kept the pulling, soon followed by the relief.

Umbrellas

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Umbrellas

Umbrellas –

As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.

The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.

Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.

It was the beginning to the closure.

But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.

They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.

Excuse me

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Excuse Me

Excuse me –

‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’

There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’

Again, no response and no more questions were asked.

The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.

But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?

The day’s end

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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The day’s end –

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

A solitude of sorts was making its way amongst those and their efforts.

For the day’s end is fast approaching and another night fall will be upon them.

The results of the day’s events would be appreciated as their efforts would not be in vain.

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

They would retire and withdraw their crafts and rest before returning for another day.

Argent Match

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.

A poem lovely as a tree

Trees – Poem by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

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A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

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A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

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A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

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Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

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Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Trees are Groovy

Many walks are taking place these autumn days

At times under the world’s clouds and other times the sun’s rays

Walks near the water and walks by the shore

But now I see differently as I once did before

For the walks among nature and walks between the trees

The movement of the earth due to a breeze

At times the trees are moving – trees are groovy

mushrooms

My fellow blogger and friend Jodi over at LIFE IN BETWEEN, published a post titled Perspective which included a picture of a mushroom.

Here is my comment to her post –

Jodi, I have taken many walks recently at my new location. And yes, I have seen nature in a different perspective. Humm, I think I may have an idea for a post. Happy Wednesday!

Thank you Jodi for your perspective, here is my post –

There is no going to the gym lately, I do not always have the energy or want to be around other people and then there is the tube coming out of my back attached to a bag.  So the form of exercise presently is walking, some are short and others are longer.  When taking these walks my perspective is different, I see nature differently, I see greenery, trees, flowers, water and yes mushrooms.

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Why do I see nature differently?  Is it because I am taking more time to see nature, to view it and to take it all in?  Is it because I have less responsibilities and more time to relax and enjoy life?  Or is it because I have cancer and my life is now lived differently with a future of unknowns.

I see mushrooms on my walks and as Jodi wrote in her post –

Sometimes

we need to look

at things

from a

different

perspective.

Wikepedia.org indicates the following –

A mushroom (or toadstool) is the fleshy, spore-bearing fruiting body of a fungus, typically produced above ground on soil or on its food source.

To Jodi and I, it is more than that.  It is perspective.

I see the mushrooms on my walks and I see a different perspective; I see it all differently than before.