The Ciel Show
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Preparedness - So tired of the hot days... too-warm nights! I finally...
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Not too hard to imagine... - So, here's a scenario... Trump and Putin, a...
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Penny games - I got over the dissection of posting and pennies pretty much...
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Adventuring: A Travelblogue with Photos
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Sunsets remembered... - The sun is always setting somewhere......
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How the Universe looks from here
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"I wish I could do what you do..." - It all starts with the questions one...
Religion & Spirituality
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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..
Dance, dance, the night is singing!/ The stars in the sky like bells are ringing,/ like ice, like crystal, like light on the mountain--/ I am the dance and the singing fountain!/ The music falters, the night is broken--/ a word on the edge of the glade is spoken.../ A Man, the weight of long wars upon him/ gazes agape at beauty beyond him.// from The Ballade of Tinuviel
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...