It Was Not From This World …

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Lino Block Print by Elizabeth McLaughlin, Title ‘UFO’

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It Was Not From This World . . .
by Elizabeth McLaughlin
Times were tough, there was even the talk of war, extreme hardships. Weather also became an enemy to the small town of Waverly. Winters became harsh and summer winds whipped up heat that created forest fires across the nation. People were on edge, no employment in sight for millions. It was the era of errors among disputing corrupted politicians. But the people of Waverly grew stronger each day with the community forming
support groups that planned for multiple scenarios of crisis. They wisely managed their precious resources.
Aggie knew how to be prepared, she read everything about how to plan for disasters and became the go to queen on the topic. Neighbors constantly called her seeking advice and a need for even the basics of living. The family pitched in, Sandy, Tom and husband, Phillip. All helped with boxing groceries to be dropped off at the local food bank. That morning, mid March she would never forget the cloud that formed over her beloved town. It was early morning when she clicked on the weather station, Sandy and Tom munched on honey coated coconut granola cereal at the marble kitchen counter with eyes opened wide to the flat television screen. An alert siren screeched broadcasting emergency news, tornado like winds, flooding, snow, and even possible deadly thunderstorms. This combination will be expected in our location within an hour! Aggie picked up her cell phone and dialed for Phillip. His assistant answered her call and explained that due to emergency weather related circumstances that he was in a shut down security meeting at NASA headquarters. “Sandy, Tom get your bug out bags and let’s go, NOW!” she ordered. With no questions asked the two robotically grabbed their gear and headed toward the black SUV. Aggie called for their pit bull-dog Prince and off they went to the town shelter. The sky was swirling a massive deepening stomach churning darkness as she drove, taking side roads instead of the highway into town. “Buckle up tight kids because it is going to be a rough ride, this is no drill” she screamed! Trying to keep her composure, Aggie turned on the radio to be updated about any impending doom. One hand nervously maneuvered the steering wheel while the other grabbed the stick shift, putting it into high gear. Instantly the wind picked up and trees were thrashing back and forth, bending and breaking limbs.

The conditions intensified as towering strong trees began to uproot and parts of a field tractor became missile projectiles that could saw a barn into two. Heavy snow started to fall as if it could be the blizzard of the Century. Lightening pivoted in every imaginable direction accompanied with thunderous booms. Aggie knew that the town shelter would not be possible to reach, and remembered that The McAllister Farm was a mile down a gravel paved drive. There the McAllister family have a decent underground storm shelter that Phillip recently contracted and completed its construction. Wham! A tree collapsed in front of Aggies SUV and the car hit it like a bullet and ricocheted over the farm fence. The SUV miraculously landed on all four ultra high performance tires. But all that could be heard was the howling, thundering wind. Aggie felt a nudging and licking upon her cut up face from Prince. She was able to turn and view that Sandy and Tom were still strapped into their seats. However, both were in shock but fully functional. Prince whimpered and displayed his sprained paw. Thump, thump, thump, the SUV bounced up and down as if it would take flight.

The McAllister family and ranch hands reached the heavy thick steel door leading to the shelter and proceeded to file into a massive elevator to descend into the comforts of their underground residence. The shelter was partially housed inside a concrete silo that
embellished every modern amenity. A fully serviced gourmet kitchen, sauna, steam showers in two full-sized bathrooms, a living room adorned with thick brown leather pull out sofas, equipped with every electronic entertainment gadget, six bedrooms and a mess hall that included living quarters for their staff. Exterior cameras gave them all a complete spectrum of the ranch. A console that came right out of NASA technology was at their fingertips thanks to Phillips engineering skills. Little did they know that their neighbor Aggie was in such danger and heading to the ranch for shelter until Andy McAllister junior
spotted on the surveillance screen their neighbors SUV in the field. “Well I’ll be darned, what the heck”, Andy blurted out as he scratched his head in bewilderment. They all gathered around the screen while Andy zoomed the camera in for a closer view. With the latest technological software, Andy was able to remove layered storm elements and focus on the automobile to see the family trapped. Swoosh, the twenty-foot silo door smoothly rose and a bright yellow snow caravan emerged to make its twenty-minute trek.

Aggie bundled up Sandy and Tom with woolen blankets. Prince nestled in-between the two for added warmth. The front windshield was partially missing and the cold wind was blowing almost uncontrollably inside the vehicle. Then there appeared a yellow hazy dot moving towards them and with a partial sigh of relief Aggie knew that help was on its way. Back at the underground shelter Mrs. McAllister was preparing a hardy beef stew dinner. Everyone was settled in after unpacking, taking showers, chatting about the storm and expressing their dramatic experiences. Aggie had a fresh bandage wrapped around her head and the children appeared to have lost all signs of trauma after playing computer games. Prince was asleep on a pillow. The New York cheese cake, brightly colored cupcakes for desert and frothy mocha drinks ended the night. After-all, it was a life threatening long day. They all decided to call it a good night. Aggie lay in bed under two white down comforters staring up at the luxurious cedar paneled ceiling trying to sleep. For hours she tossed and turned until the bare silence in her bedroom broke. It was a stifling, deafening, sharp metallic rippling sound that echoed throughout the shelter. She jumped up from her comfort zone and ran directly to the living room where everyone met at the console to view the screen display. The storm had stopped and a bright blue sky appeared framed inside a huge funnel of puffy white clouds. Out in the storm laden field over by the black SUV sat a very strange object, and it was not from this world. … (to be continued)

Just a Short Walk

Recently while doing computer maintenance work I came upon photo captures from the month of April. I chuckled to myself about the decision made to become adventurous that bright but semi-sunny day. Even though the black Cannondale bicycle had a flat tire from last Fall hanging from its rim, determination drove me to acquire a Skill saw. This tool was needed to complete a small project that consisted of sawing down a collection of wooden pallets. In order to achieve the desired aged quality look, the pallets weathered for two years and were now primed to be sanded and stained. With my high-tech looking black shopping cart with red rimmed wheels in tow, I decided to take to the highway. Unfortunately, this particular shopping cart had to be manufactured in China and for people with short arms. The cart handle was too short and it was necessary to utilize a homemade bright yellow hand knitted scarf to extend the length and act as a means to pulling the cart up from dragging onto the ground.

The scrap metal yard was on the way to the big box strip mall.  I never visited this type of facility before and wanted to check out their inventory for creative applications. Only in late sixties mob movies that appeared on television was it possible for me to view mountains of heavy metal.  Portrayed victims related to a crime were usually rubbed out, carted away by truck and buried in a yard. Very uninviting, a dangerous type of operation but right up my alley for today’s excursion! At the entrance to this yard was a worn out building. No pedestrian walkway could be seen so I had to walk as if driving into this facility. Warning signs and bright yellow caution painted strips decorated the entry. A row of sharp metal prongs poked up out of the road at the gate. Undoubtedly designed to inflict a puncture into a tire when a vehicle is backing up. So once a vehicle pulls up there is no way to move but forward.  hydrant2I approached one door and tried to enter but it would not budge. A sign to the right directed me to enter at the back and this was the office location. I parked the black shopping cart and eagerly bounced up the steps to enter the office. Behind an antiquated bulky wooden desk sat a cheerful woman. She was busy sorting out paperwork that was organized on the desk-top. The scene was the total opposite of what I concocted in my mind or expected. Only the office props matched my vision of the ideal scrap yard scene. The office manager was delighted to see me and moved towards the door to proceed with a tour of the yard. I inquired about corrugated metal sheets, sinks, and anything else that architecturally could enhance my tiny house build.  “Tony would know where those items would be so let’s ask him”, she said. Loud rumbling could be heard from the back of the yard and Tony was found perched on a huge power dozer that pushed and crushed mounds of heavy metal into a mountainous pile.  Tony was bulging with muscles and also possessed the manly tools needed to maintain a yard.  He kept the metal piles neat and orderly and one could see how Tony took pride in managing his work.  We were both told where to look and the price of the panels. Throughout my tour I found some interesting objects and was given permission to take some captures.

Upon my journey I passed a billboard sign, bus stop, garden shop, barber store, military advertisement. and nature. The route was busy with daily traffic and during this walking field trip discovered that walkways, sidewalks do end and start-up again in precarious locations.

I found myself hoisting the cart over guard rails and walking onto narrow paths. At one point there was nowhere to walk but through a trailer park access road. I passed Rockefeller’s International Trade Zone, where paths were manicured and decorated with handsome landscaping. People that were driving vehicles must have wondered what this woman was doing carting a shopping cart, after-all no one walks or ever uses these park like paths that decorates the Trade Zone. Island hopping was also a skill developed throughout this trip and perhaps should be added to the resume.

Why do the powers that be construct big box centers on long winding mini highways up a major hill? The average bicyclist would be walking the bicycle up this hill. Upon reaching the shopping zone, Applebee’s beckoned me to stop and take lunch but I proceeded to Pet Smart, TJ MAX and then Lowes. My shopping cart filled up fast and the cashier at Lowes was helpful in organizing the Skill saw box to fit on the bottom of the cart with my other purchases on top. Exhausted, hungry and in need of refueling my system I found myself back at Applebees where I ordered a chicken, mashed potato dinner.  The sunny day was becoming slightly rainy and evident that the return trip would be a trek with additional cart weight.

Traffic increases after work and there had to be a short cut or safer way and remembered one by the Trade Zone. It was a bike path that stretched through wildlife and a residential neighborhood and may be safer but longer. I really could not afford making a wrong turn by foot but decided to venture forward with this path. The bicycle path was picturesque and the lightly falling raindrops highlighted foliage. Time went on and many miles too.  My legs were becoming heavy and tired. Evening was going to set in and I became worried with the thought of being in the predicament of camping in the woods for the night. Now that would be a nightmare.  At the intersection I noticed a familiar sight – the entrance to the nature trail. This could be another way to travel but at this hour not an option. Black bears roam these lands and crossing their territory in the dark would be too dangerous.  Upon arriving at an intersection a woman in a car was making a left hand turn towards the shopping zone. I waved her down to stop and politely inquired about finding the major route. She confirmed the correct direction to take but soon discovered that the remainder of this walk was overwhelming and a challenge.

 

 

A Race to the Finish

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’ – and write about…

Photo Capture: ‘A Finished Beer Bottle’

Mike popped open the lid of his new racing red, 1967 Ford Mustang. The guys mouths dropped open at Andy’s garage when they viewed the
big block V-8 engine. Tony immediately asked if he could sit in the customized drivers seat and rev up his highly rated performance vehicle. Tony pushed on the accelerator peddle and made the following statement: “It sure doesn’t purr like a kitten but it runs like a Mustang!” Tony asked Mike, “How about you taking this racer out tonight on Route 206 for a test drive against my red machine?” thingsifindonsideofroadbeerbottleHe spit a wad of chewing tobacco through the Mustang window and it landed next to Mikes black leather boot. The group of mechanics turned to Mike, one was dangling a wrench over the hood of his car and there was dead silence as they waited for Mikes response. Then as if in tune to the conversation, a shapely silhouette appeared at the garage office door and the crackling of gum chewing could be heard. Tony jumped up out of the car seat and swung his body over the door. A loud voice squealed, “Tony I thought you were taking me out to the club tonight, aren’t you Tony?” “Yeah, yeah, Annette” he said. Annette walked over swinging her hips to music that blared from the two cloth lined speakers that dangled off a peg board. Her spiked high heals clicked against the oil stained concrete floor as she paced towards Tony. Heavy perfume filled the air and Annette aggressively pointed and tapped one long bright orange manicured nail against Tony’s chest, “You bet-ta be taking me to the dance.” she pouted. The mechanics knew that Tony was under Annette s lustful spell. Who could resist such a package, a natural blond wearing tight jeans, plunging neckline and mid-rift stretched black top. Annette also modeled a Maybelline bust-line that made Playboy centerfolds and garage calendar pinups look like flat chested cut out dolls. Mike was wondering what he got himself into rolling up into the garage. All he wanted to do was show off his new red Mustang! Tony grabbed Annette s probing hand and pressed his face towards her shocking frosted pink lips and whispered, “You got me baby.” The phone could be heard ringing from the office and Annette was confident enough with his answer to retreat back to her job. Tony flipped a small hair comb from the back of his jeans pocket, smoothed back both sides of his black greasy hair while saying, “Now where were we?” Mike reluctantly gave Tony two thumbs up!

Luciano’s was the hot spot in town. A night club where all the bands playing the latest hits, battled over prominence in the county. Thick
cigarette smoke fogged the colored stage lights and Mike pushed through the dense crowd with his date in tow. While ordering drinks a
familiar perfume smell entered his nostrils and he followed it to find Tony and Annette leaning up against the black upholstered bar,
savagely making out. After formal introductions, Annette and Betty proceeded to the ladies room to freshen up giving the boys time to
schedule a race. Annette s favorite song started playing, To Sir With Love by Lu Lu. This did not prevent her from rushing into Tony’s arms
for some slow dancing. All the girls started to scream when the band started to play, The Monkees hit, I’m A Believer. Dancing heads could be seen bobbing up and down throughout the club. The drinks were flying all night long and at two a.m. the bright white lights started to
flicker, signaling the night clubs closure.

Mike and Betty sat in the Mustang waiting for Tony to pull up in his muscle car, a 1959 GTO. Both vehicles with tires screeching against the pavement sped out of the parking lot heading towards Route 206. All the guys were meeting at an intersecting light and Pete would
be holding a green flag to start the race. It was understood that this race would be flat-out, fast groove. The cars sped with Mike in the
lead, handling the Mustang to perfection. Becky looked over her shoulder and screamed to Mike that Tony’s car was smoking. There was a loud bang! Obviously the GTO motor was blown. Suddenly sirens could be heard and lights were flashing as a police car entered into the race. Betty was panicking because she knew that Mike had too much to drink that night. The car window rolled down, and there was a clink. – and this is how Betty’s beer bottle ended up on the side of the road.

 

Easter In December !

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’

Photo Capture: “Easter Basket Find”

Mrs. Esther Caloway always presents the perfect parties. Esther mails out lovely personalized hand written invitations that include a local artist watercolor rendition of her house. And without any doubt everyone that makes this list also becomes the talk of the community. She resides at the most influential address located on the outskirts of town, down an aged tree lined street that passes a historic church, cemetery, governors estate and overlooks the river. Everyone knows about this Victorian mansion, and it’s famed history. Guests generally arrive early afternoon and parade their polished automobiles through the main white wooden porte-cochere driveway. A butler escorts guests into a parlor room to be served a wicked spiked pink punch and then gather outside the music room to enter the serving room. Impressive, heavy antique pocket doors enhances both entries to this room. The combination of ornate side walls and lengthy shelves creates an impeccable butlers production line.
basketfind4Here the butler tends to elegant limouge dinner plates for serving guests at elaborate dinners. But for this yearly winter event, guests walk through a self service buffet presentation of honey glazed ham, roasted turkey with paprika, tea sandwiches, Waldorf salad and deserts, then reunite at the formal dining room. Usually intelligent conversation bounces off the high stunning ornate molded ceiling and a sixteen foot traditional artificial Christmas tree with Sotheby’s ornaments graces a corner. Esther never has to bother planning on decorating it each year because the tree is kept up every day though-out the year. Esther does admit how it must be a pain for the maids to properly dust on a weekly basis.

This years guests arrived, nuns from the local convent, judges, authors, photographers, reporters, artists, musicians, actors, engineers and the town mayor. All dressed in their Sunday finest for this December 12th, Saturday event. The punch was sipped down and the pastel pink plaid plates topped off with delicacies in one hand and a pastel plaid linen napkin the other. The crowd is summoned into the dining room where a pianist starts a jovial tune. Esther distributes music written on parchment and she encourages everyone to collaborate with song. The sun begins to set over the grand river and its warm last glow of light for the day embellishes the room. Every table displays a delicate hand blown glass basket, containing an assorted spring color Easter egg candy. Delicate, Spring floral roping drapes the grand piano and Waterford Crystal vases are filled with white lilies. The butler, Charles disappears and reappears wearing an Easter Bunny costume and everyone could hardly contain themselves, joking and laughing out loud. basketfind3Esther makes an
announcement that the Easter egg hunt will commence out in the parlor. On the back of the music parchment sheets, detailed directions were highlighted for each guest to find their personal hidden Easter treasure treat.

The Wallace s were leaving the party, and repeatedly thanked Esther for such a monumental Easter in December party. Their chauffeur pulled up the black limo to the grand entrance and the butler handed over a woven Easter basket, the Wallace s fun Easter treasure treat find. He tossed it into the back of the trunk not knowing it did not fully close and off they drove down the tree lined street.

And this is how a beautiful bright colored Easter Basket ended up on the side of the road, December 12, 2015. 

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The Blue Colored Balloon

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’

Photo Capture: ‘The Blue Colored Balloon’

The door bell chimed and Cindy ran to the grand hallway entrance to be greeted by a circus clown bearing a handful of birthday balloons. Like he did every year, David would not forget to send his special happy birthday signature to his daughter. balloonroad2His job was demanding and as a commercial airline pilot the work schedule often conflicted with holidays and family events. The evening teetered out and the party ended up with cleaning, discussion about the party and as usual, Matthew had pricked Cindy’s favorite colored balloon while trying to pin the tail on the donkey. But Cindy did not have a broad tantrum, instead she picked up the deflated balloon up off the floor and tucked it inside her robe pocket as if it were a treasure. “I can put myself to bed by myself tonight mother because I am now old enough not to be tucked into bed,” Cindy said. Sarah smiled with approval but felt disappointed that her daughter was becoming independent too soon.

The night felt rainy, damp and chilly for the weather forecasts that a storm may develop into a category two event. And only an hour had passed since Cindy awakened to hear a loud boom in the distance, started to cry, and quickly crawled under the purple and white antique quilted coverlet that grandmother made. The bedroom door swiftly opened and her mother immediately rushed over to the banging French windows. Sarah struggled to close the rusted metal latches, however a force were at play that became much too strong for her petite frame to fight. “It’s just a thunderstorm darling and nothing to worry about,” she gasped. The winds howled and pushed, scratching the old oak tree branches against the framed leaded window panes. And then an enormous crash, a tree limb went flying across Cindy’s bedroom with a tremendous speed and landed upon the tarnished brass bed, knocking her unconscious.

White circles appeared winding and winding as if it were a spherical tunnel, the grinding noise, unbearable and then abruptly stopped. Cindy possessed fear, but brave enough to open her hazel colored eyes to see a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds. Swarms of birds navigated in single formation around and around a display of bright colored balloons. She sat up in her bed only to find that it was floating in the middle of a lake! “What am I going to do mother?” “Mother, mother where are you?” she cried out. And at that moment of total despair the birds flew down and perched upon the brass bed posts, each carrying within its beak a bright colored balloon. One Blue Bird advanced towards Cindy’s coverlet and presented her with a bright blue balloon. It was the same color of the sky and her favorite color. She accepted the gift with pleasure from the kind bird and ceased crying. The bed commenced its journey as the balloons drifted it slowly in the direction of the tree lined shore. Mallard ducks, Canadian geese and Swans all followed the procession towards land. Cindy was puzzled at the sight and wondered why they were all wearing funny party hats! The metal bed abruptly thumped onto the shore and Cindy slid upon a light peach sandy beach. She wiggled her toes beneath the sand to confirm if it was real and sound. While still continuing their babbling chatter the birds and party hat fowls proceeded through a thicket, along a path into woods . Blue Bird signaled with a chirp for Cindy to follow. Hesitant at first, Cindy decided that she really did not have much of a choice but to follow this strange crew. And to her amazement the party grew, snails, turtles, frogs mysteriously appeared out of water and off they all went, disappearing into the woods.

Sarah had very little strength left as she tried to encourage herself to lift the heavy limb off her leg. Sirens were heard blaring into the stormy night and throughout the suburban community of Bedford Lake, New Jersey. Electric cables were down and without any lights to see, Sarah blindly made her way over to Cindy’s brass bed. Her hands clasped Cindy’s bloody head. All that Sarah could do was cradle and lay alongside Cindy screaming, “please God help us!”

Chad worked the emergency rescue team night shift and heard faint cries off in the distance. His trained dog, Buck at his side and sensed a needed rescue. Chad noticed a fallen tree that crashed through the front of a house across the street and decided to work his way through the front door and up the winding wooden French staircase. Chad signaled for Buck to climb up first and the rescue dog made it to the top of the stairs, barked, whined and froze in front of Cindy’s bedroom door. Chad looked up in disbelief at the scene, a tree pressed up against the bedroom door and structurally the hallway could collapse! In order to make this rescue, an experienced crew was needed to come in and investigate the destruction to structure. Chad radioed the emergency center for a crew and shouted out to Sarah, “stay calm, help is on its way!”

The shining party hats appeared bouncing up and down in the distance as the fowls, water creatures continued parading down the wooded path. Cindy could see that a few long hared rabbits also filed in line. Music could now be heard in the distance. The music became louder and louder as the group emerged through the woods and into a grassy meadow. It was a very large orchestra that filled the air with sweet sounds. Blanketed squares of purple and white flowers dotted the green landscape. A perfect spot for picnicking! And within each floral square there lay displayed, tiered ornate china trays, decorated with party favors and a variety of mini cakes and sweets to eat. All the fowls, sea creatures and animals took their reserved place and Blue Bird guided Cindy to her picnic party blanket. The treats were devoured, the geese and swans danced neck to neck. Turtles rolled on their hard shells. Cindy laughed and laughed until there were yawns. She could no longer stay awake. Blue Bird calmly fluttered above Cindy and gently placed over her a fine cover of white flowers.

The emergency lights penetrated the thick fog, Chad, and his crew were able to get Sarah and Cindy off to the hospital. There’s
still hope. David finally arrived at the hospital and Sarah, diagnosed with a fractured leg and bruises but Cindy continued to be in critical condition. Day after day he sat beside her bedside waiting for change and grasping her robe that she wore to bed that dreadful night. balloonroad1After feeling a lump at the robe pocket, David reached in and felt the deflated balloon, it rolled onto the floor. He pursed his lips forcing a smile, picked it up and placed Cindy’s favorite colored balloon alongside the purple and white flowers that lined the windowsill. The physicians notified David that Sarah was finally able to go home and he decided to drive her there as soon as possible. Cindy,  left alone in the hospital room and it was as if a miracle happened, she woke up from her deep sleep. She could see rows of beautiful purple and white flowers lining the window sill and a peculiar looking Blue Bird standing as if a guard. He swooped down and grabbed with his beak the deflated balloon and disappeared into that afternoons blue sky. And this is how the bright blue colored balloon ended up along the side of the road!

 

Fall-icious part ten- A Rainy Day!

 

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The start of this week had absolutely gorgeous weather. For the past few weeks I was relentlessly blowing leaves to earn my keep. Lacey dog needed a flea bath because all that fun in the blowing leaves had a price for her to pay. For a mid November the air generally has been warm, some grasses maintained a vibrant green and bright yellow dandelions continued to bloom by the roadside. Mostly the colorful leaves have departed and bare naked trees stand waiting for winters first cover of heavy snowfall. At times boredom sank in while making a daily round by foot in the chilled rain but the bright red berries dotting the shoreline brought a smile .

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Red Berries at Lakeside

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The Trail by Cranberry Lake

At the local Cranberry Lake dock two husky men attempted to fish. One man wore a navy blue T-shirt with bold white lettering, advertising a trucking company. Luckily they both found employment at a trucking company, one has five children and told me that he was grateful to be working. “Years ago the economy was not that bad when I started my family but today there are mounting economic concerns,” he explained. His friend just grinned and nodded while continuing to spin a fishing line into the lake water. He diligently worked the line to gain a strategic position that would bring in a good catch. Hopefully on this rainy day the forlorn trucker will be able to provide enough fresh fish to feed his entire hungry family. I picked up my walking pace and decided to head over to the entrance of the Sussex Branch trail.

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The Sussex Branch Trail

Surprisingly my eyes could now search through the woods without any distraction of autumns plentiful foliage. A squirrel scurried up a fallen log and thrust its body onto a large tree. This year there were tons of acorns and walnuts for animals to have a huge feast. Undoubtedly, their tree lined nests must be overloaded with enough supplied nuts to last well into another season!

With heavy rainfall comes miniature seas of water and a huge black puddle crossed my path. Scaling the muddy side and looming over this newly created body of water with a duck umbrella in hand to take a few reflective photos was not an easy task. The rain drops created rippling ringlets for floating leaves to be tossed around like miniature boats. Fairies came to my mind as groups of colorful leaves could still be found against the wet wooded landscape. It was a contemplative day and I pondered about how one could edit most captures to create an imaginary land waiting to be discovered.

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Black Puddle

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Floating Boat Leaves

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Reflections in Black Puddle

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Trees Surging Upward

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A raindrop becomes a beacon of light!

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Foliage In The Woods

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Red Berries In The Woods

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Rain-drops adorn berries

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The Birch Tree in the Woods

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The Silent Woods I

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The Silent Woods II

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Golden Mystery

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Captured Leaves

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Forget Me Not I

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Forget Me Not II

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No Trespassing

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Fairy Dust Trail

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ColorWoods

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Fall Foliage In The Woods

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Green

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Pool of Water I

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Pool of Water II

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Pool of Water III

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The Dangling Brown Leaf

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Fairy Woods

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The Trail House

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Untouched

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Autumn Calling

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Swamp-side

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