The Ciel Show
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The excellent very good day! - Not only did I get laundry done today, not...
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- 9 hours ago
carried over from facebook - White Supremacy... Where did the idea come...
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- 9 hours ago
"Those chokey things..." - ...as someone I once knew called them when a...
Cooking, Food & Wine
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How the Universe looks from here
- 8 days ago
Can there be morality in the rejection of religion? - This question is...
Religion & Spirituality
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Adventuring: A Travelblogue with Photos
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Architectural studies - One of the subjects that fascinates me most in my...
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by Ciel3,968 words, poem
a tribute to JRR Tolkien. A series of poems celebrating Tolkien's Middle-earth: its history, its peoples, and the land itself.. Notes on the poems give some basic clarification for readers not familiar with the works of Tolkien..
A time there was when trees were silver / and growing leaves were truly gold / and laughter light as lace, / of magic folk, made lyrics for / the music of the streams and breezes // And Mystery crackled in the air / in every season endless... / And Elven grace danced everywhere... / and Elven power shaped the land and time, / And names were named,/ and speech was taught,/ And the night was filled with stars / that sang / and blessed... from THE ELVEN WOOD
by Ciel332 words, poem
from a dolphin point of view. three linked poems. Imagining the world-view of the dolphin in the highly-sensory environment of the ocean.
Dive, dive, / descending / into darkness, / cool, / and cold... / and feel the hold / of the Embrace / that presses ever closer / in the greater dark, / the deeper, deepest blue...
by Ciel2,140 words, article
journal entries w/ photos. Several days of close observation during a time of activity of Mt St Helens, a few miles from home.. When a volcano is going off in my back yard, I can't just sit in the house watching it on TV..
I didn’t intend to sit here all night, but wanted to wait until it was quiet. Really quiet. Just in case there was something to hear. For a couple of hours, there was the constant ebb and flow of car traffic, about one vehicle coming into the area for every 5 or 6 going out, then one for every 3 or 4, and finally, hardly any traffic either way. From here, headlights show them coming either way for miles, and the hillsides contain and reflect the sounds. It was not until just after 8PM that I...
by Ciel2,207 words, short story
short short, magical realism. a photographer's dream: getting the million-dollar image!. But at the end of the world, what is it worth? This short short story emerged from a dream I actually had.
When the moon came over the horizon, she came steadily, graciously, like a duchess gliding along a grand staircase. It was hardly an unexpected moment, it had been in the Farmer’s Almanac, this moonrise, since the asteroid that just missed Earth glanced off her and she began her slow elegant spiral inwards, the Duchess descending the stair...