Saturday, June 13, 2009

Hiking the Smokies: To Be Continued ...

... some other year because there's always another gorgeous trail that insists we need to explore it.


Posts will back home again in Indiana Monday.
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Friday, June 12, 2009

Hiking the Smokies: The Rewards of Rain

Not only did the rain make us go explore where we might never have gone but it gave us some fantastic images too.




All photos taken June 11, 2009.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Hiking the Smokies: Why do People Hike?

You don't know? We thought everybody knew that the whole point of hiking is to find a great place to eat lunch.


Taken June 10, 2009.

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And this place was so fine that it even came with a charming lunch companion and flowers on the table.

   

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Hiking the Smokies: Waterfalls


Taken June 9, 2009.


Taken June 9, 2009

Taken June 7, 2009.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Hiking the Smokies: Charlie's Bunion


Taken June 8, 2009.

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Monday, June 8, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

The flower named for the poem.




Black-Eyed Susan
John Gay

All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
   The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard;
   ‘O! where shall I my true-love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails among the crew.’

William, who high upon the yard
   Rock’d with the billow to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard
   He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below:
The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high poised in air,
   Shuts close his pinions to his breast
If chance his mate’s shrill call he hear,
   And drops at once into her nest:—
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William’s lip those kisses sweet.

‘O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
   My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that falling tear;
   We only part to meet again.
Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

‘Believe not what the landmen say
   Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:
They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away,
   In every port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For Thou art present wheresoe’er I go.

‘If to fair India’s coast we sail,
   Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric’s spicy gale,
   Thy skin is ivory so white.
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

‘Though battle call me from thy arms
   Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms
   William shall to his Dear return.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan’s eye:

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
   The sails their swelling bosom spread,
No longer must she stay aboard;
   They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head.
Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land;
   ‘Adieu!’ she cries; and waved her lily hand.

People Work!!???!!?

Something about that just doesn't smell right. But people vacationing, that smells just perfect.


Taken May 31, 2009.

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Sunday, June 7, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

There is a poetry in names:
Gunsight Pass
Upheaval Dome
Mist Trail
Grand Prismatic Spring
The Wave
North Coyote Buttes
Grand Staircase / Escalante National Monument
The Devil's Corkscrew


Trillium Gap Trail,
Great Smoky Mountains National Park
Taken Summer, 1993


Crossing
by Phillip Booth

STOP     LOOK    LISTEN
 as gate stripes swing down
  count the cars hauling distance
    upgrade through town:
     warning whistle, bellclang,
      engine eating steam,
       engineer waving,
        a fast-freight dream:
         B&M boxcar,
          boxcar again,
           Frisco gondola,
eight-nine-ten,
 Erie and Wabash,
  Seaboard, U.P.,
   Pennsy tankcar,
twenty-two, three,
 Phoebe Snow, B&O,
thirty-four, five,
 Santa Fe cattle
  shipped alive,
   red cars, yellow cars,
    orange cars, black,
     Youngstown steel
      down to Mobile
       on Rock Island track,
fifty-nine, sixty,
 hoppers of coke,
  Anaconda copper,
   hotbox smoke,
eighty-eight,
 red-ball freight,
  Rio Grande,
   Nickel Plate,
    Hiawatha,
     Lackawanna,
      rolling fast
       and loose,
ninety-seven,
 coal car,
  boxcar,
   CABOOSE!