The Natural Beauty of Your Neighborhood

by compound complex 293 Replies latest jw friends

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  John Doe

  Late winter, when not much is in bloom. . .
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  compound complex

  Excellent shots, John Doe! There's beauty in starkness.

  I'm a little queasy, however, with those folks so close to the ledge ...

  Thanks much,

  CoCo
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  compound complex

  

  The calender solemnly declares spring, but the present atmospheric condition shouts a triumphant, firmly entrenched winter. Perhaps this austere and brutal terra incognita will yield, allowing for a measured but meager thaw come June. July.

  August ... definitely....
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  ataloa

  

  This was taken from the back porch this morning; you have to imagine the rustling of the wind and the cooing of the doves. I love the colors of the sky.
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  compound complex

  Greetings, Ataloa:

  Thank you for that beautiful shot. Similar to the landscape at home.

  Grew up with it and will never tire of it ...

  Gratefully,

  CoCo
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  beksbks

  Found this in the yard today.

  
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  Barbie Doll

  Compound complex------Yes I live around Beautiful Palm Trees and a lot of Flowers, I live close to the Ocean.

  We get Beautiful Sunsets, We are close to the Parks.

  I lived in Detroit Michigan, California is heaven, compare to Detroit Michigan.
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  Barbie Doll

  This is what it is like in California.

  
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  compound complex

  Dear Barbie Doll and Beks,

  Good to see you two back here in the 'hood, and you, BD, heading both pages 10 and 11!

  I used to live on the Monterey Bay and loved our frequent trips to Carmel-by-the-Sea. Miss it mucho ...

  Thanks for your contributions to the thread.

  CoCo
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  compound complex

  
  
  Smokey the Bear [he may be Smokey Bear now, but when I was a kid he was SMOKEY THE BEAR!] says that fire danger is HIGH today, 28 May 2009. The sky is a brooding, suffused gray that appears ready to explode at any moment with lightning and wild, uncontrolled downpours.

  I only recently drove through such upon leaving Reno, Nevada, a few days ago. The sky was sunny and effusive, yet what lay ahead in the clearly observable open sky was a massive thunderhead letting go of pent up sheets of rain. Those "3 sheets to the wind" pummeled my windshield with a ferocity that momentarily blinded this white-knuckled driver to what only seconds earlier was a dry, straight and safe roadway.

  The look outside is eerily reminiscent of a gothic tale that takes the reader by the throat and begs him submit to the grotesque and eminently desirable and delicious fear of the unknown.

  Go ahead; scare me ...