Hello from Sinclair Green
Ever vigilant, Green Sinclair turns his head just so and sniffs, becoming more and more of this severely physcal plane.
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Colorado UnEdited
On the way to Crestone... Drawing closer ..... Crestone Community Flower Planting... Larry C. Linda Jo C. *Note for those who do either do not get or do not open email... Hello Everyone, Here I am in Colorado in the gorgeous early June green. These photos are unedited, since I am on a MAC that I don't understand. I know I can't exactly make this a mission for the day, but if you can arrange it, even in dead of eary morning or late night, get a small plant, and sneak it into a tree bed or a nearby plot. Be aware, though, that it then becomes your very own and may need watering--unless, of course, you can purchase a very hardy New York Street Plant. Love and best wishes for a blossom-filled day, Linda Jo
The Continuing Saga of Green, the Sinclair Station Protector
Our hardy photographer was again exploring the myths and sagas of the Ancient West, when he or she snapped this amazing shot of Green, the legendary protector of the Sinclair station in Southern Colorado. The rumor is (probably) true!! Every now and then, just once in a while, Green steps away from his daily vigil and his nightly nap to wander the midnight streets of Fairplay. Notice the slight turn of the head, the tiny smile, the mischievous gleam of the eye. To re-enjoy the origin legend of Green, see http://discoveringmeaninginlife.blogspot.com/search?q=green+egg
A Wrinkle in Time
I looked along the wrinkles in my couch, looking for a random blink of karma. A tiny warp in the woof of time. Oh yes, here's one, and it’s a beauty.I'm weaving away at a plain wool blanket, horse outside, warm piles left to show the way for the summer grass. Oh that’s too far off. I had a saddle though, it was western style, squeaky and smelling of old leather. Aspens along the ridge. Oh that leather smell! Pines in the background, sounds of the horses chomping up the yellow grass, rough mane, rough hair, rough feel of western Levis. Old boots with dusty creases, red fire in the wildflowers. White, white clouds along the ridge. Sun somewhere shining. Now there’s a wrinkle for you.
Southern Colorado
Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty. Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado
Southern Colorado
Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty. Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado