Lonely Cottage

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  “Among the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be reckoned the high, grassy and furzy downs, coombs, or ewe-leases, as they are indifferently called, that fill a large area of certain counties in the south and south-west. If any mark of human occupation is met with hereon, it usually takes the form of the solitary cottage of some shepherd. Fifty years ago such a lonely cottage stood on such a down, and may possibly be standing there now. In spite of its loneliness, however, the spot, by actual measurement, was not more than five miles from a county-town. Yet that affected it little. Five miles of irregular upland, during the long inimical seasons, with their sleets, snows, rains, and mists, afford withdrawing space enough to isolate a Timon or a Nebuchadnezzar; much less, in fair weather, to please that less repellent tribe, the poets, philosophers, artists, and others who “conceive and meditate of ple...

Eclipse Party


The most amazing event I've ever witnessed in my life.
Breathtaking.

Left me speechless with my heart pounding in my chest.

Clouds threatened the view but the timing could not have been more perfect.

Things heard on the field--not sure which was better:
1) "Why are they passing out 3D glasses?" Ok . . .
2) "I can't see a thing through these sun glasses" Well, yeah.

Sometimes there are just no words for such an event as this.

"The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat."

(Psalm 19:1-6)







taken through my eclipse glasses

caught the reflection and bounced it into a cloud

This is called "The Diamond Ring" and it literally sucked the breath from my lungs.
Photo credit: Rod Lewis

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