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Along The Road

Here's a school that we drive by so often we barely notice, yet this day when the grounds and parking lots were empty, we drove around and tooks photos of 
Salina Central High School.

Cool design shows up in window placement, cement detail and brickwork among other design and finishing elements.
Library Reliefs from over doors close up: Wheat, Milo, Sunflower and Corn

Sign above School Entrance I can't help wonder and ask the question: "Whatever it takes?"

Here's The Thing Mehoff

1. Mesmerizing White Board

A national restaurant chain where Mike and I eat has a white board on a podium in the entry. It holds a special attraction for the hostess and wait staff.
Here’s how it works:

We walk into the restaurant. The hostess reluctantly looks up from the podium and the Mesmerizing White Board sometime after we arrive. She says, “Two?” (We give her credit for her way with numbers.) We distract her only momentarily from the Mesmerizing White Board (MWB). She resumes the trance with a dry erase marker in hand.
Then a waiter walks over to the hostess and the MWB. He quickly scans us, but his attention is drawn back to the MWB. He becomes fixated on the board as the hostess makes circles and “x”s with her pen, connecting symbols and designing methodically. The waiter is pointing to the board and making comments to the hostess in hushed tones. They have a fascination and devotion for the MWB. They study and adore it.
She makes more circles then Mike and I wonder at the MWB’s p…

Estella Cow Says:

Geraniums in the Office

Estella and Olivia say:


Sunday Drive

A yard in town Remnants of times past
Sycamore Tree
At the Old Mill
This song has little to do with these photographs; only that, we listened to the CD, Raising Sand, as we drove. This is a song from the album highlighting two distinct voices and an unlikely duo. Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

Robert Plant and Alison Krauss talk about their unique collaboration project called Raising Sand.

Along The Road

Smoky Hills Countryside (taken from top of Gypsum Hill Cemetery)

Abandoned Bridge White Faced Cow

Grass Field and Windmill near Lindsborg

Decorative Block Screen Wall in McPherson McPherson Courthouse Light Tile Roof in McPherson Back Alley Entrance Structure in McPherson Ford Gran Torino in McPherson

Moving Care

We walk in together
Mike and I
Into the house his hands are helping to build
The house in construct mode
Nels is there
He stops his work and turns to me
Faces me like a brother and a friend
Wanting to know how I am
I answer and sputter out my minimal reply
Sputter that comes out thick as a glob of paint splatter
A quiet drop to the bare floor
He answers back in the spotlight of a light bulb hanging from wires
Everything dusty and partially finished
All I remember is “Your care has moved.”
The answer falls flat
A blob of sheetrock mud to the floor
Yet it radiates like the light from the single bulb
Wanting to be more, but being enough
I nod slowly as I consider
“Your care has moved.”
And I imagine my care
Carrying a suitcase
Walking away
The scene changes
I imagine myself packing the suitcase
Packing my care
Walking away
Then I imagine warm sunlight
The suitcase open and full of softness
Touchable cares like silken garments
Or doves fluttering up and flying away
Shimmering silver wings in the light
When Mik…

Here's The Thing

I'd almost given up. I had tried to give the sad plant away (no takers) and had considered just being done when the plant became scorched after it sat outside in the summer sun. It was then moved to the garage and almost forgotten. Finally, we moved it inside and gave it some water and a sunny window in the laundry hall. 
Now it sports a new sprout.
"Hope Springs Eternal"

Sunday Drive

Pond near Mentor Soft Grassy Hill and Soothing Sky Sculptural Beauty

Rah! Rah! Raw.

Somewhere between pompoms and pillow





Strong Hand of Love

I'm thankful for His strong Hand and that He operates in love, though it can feel like an "emotional rodeo" sometimes! Yeehaw! Hang on!

Strong Hand of Love by Mark Heard
Down peppers the rain from a clear blue sky
Down trickles a tear on a youthful face
Feeling in haste and wondering why
Up struggles the sun from a wounded night
Out venture our hearts from their silent shrouds
Trying to ignite but wondering how


We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows


Young dreamers explode like popped balloons
Some kind of emotional rodeo
Learning too slow and acting too soon
Time marches away like a lost platoon
We gracefully age as we feel the weight
Of loving too late and leaving too soon


We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows


Written b…

Along the Road

Somehow this doesn't draw me to the office.
I thought of the very few "Z" names I know.

Soft colored truck in softer snow



Susan's Surprise Party

Left to Right: Susan, the birthday girl; Abigail; Jill, the Surprise Party Organizer; Anna holding Wyatt; Shirley, Susan's Mama; Anna, Susan holding Anna's baby Wyatt; Christine and Wyatt; Susan; Christine and WyattThere were more ladies at the tea party, but I didn't take organized photos and some I took did not turn out! Susan was surprised and it was fun to see her smile and hear her laugh!

More Mark Heard: It's Not Your Fault

I get lonely sometimes It's not your fault I'm a woman who follows her own tracks until she's lost I'll keep on going round and round until I'm found I get wounded sometimes It's not your fault I keep on shooting arrows up until they fall They stall and turn, a narrow miss until I learn It's not you, I'll be okay, I'm just a jerk is all It's alright, it's just my foolishness It's not your fault I get helpless sometimes It's not your fault I just tend to tug on heartstrings til they break A thug who wins a kiss and misses finer things I get angry sometimes It's not your fault I let the molehill simmer like Vesuvius And hole up in Pompeii until all hell breaks loose It's not you, I'll be okay, I'm just a jerk is all It's alright, it's just my foolishness It's not your faultThis was written and sung by Mark Heard. After his death it was re-released and sung by Ashley Cleveland. If you want to hear it, you can

"Hospital" by Michael Knott

I think I need forgiveness
I think I need more than the rest
I think I need just not to know
I think I need a hospital


I think I need not to go there
I think I need a heart to share
I think I need just not to know
I think I need a hospital


I think I need to love you more
I think I need to lock the door
I think I need to pay the toll
I think I need a hospital


I think I need to write this song
I think I need to sing along
I think I need to quit this job
I think I need a bank to rob
I think I need another show
I think I need some place to go
I think I need to let you know
I think I need a hospital

"Less Like Scars"

Not sure if I'm in the "finished product" of this song by
Sara Groves, but it's where I wanna be... It's where I'm gonna be... and can only be because He is faithful!
Hear here.
It's been a hard year • But I'm climbing out of the rubble • These lessons are hard • Healing changes are subtle • But every day it's... • Less like tearing more like building • Less like captive more like willing • Less like breakdown more like surrender • Less like haunting more like remember • And I feel you here • And you're picking up the pieces • Forever faithful • It seemed out of my hands a bad situation • But you are able • And in your hands the pain and hurt • look less like scars and more like character • • Less like a prison a prison more like my room • Less like a casket more like a womb • Less like dying more like transcending • Less like fear, less like an ending • • And I feel you here • And you're picking up the pieces • Forever faithful • It seemed…

My Daughter, The Drawer

When she was a younger girl, Tab filled notebook after notebook with Lynne Johnston inspired drawings. Sometimes she'd write captions. Sometimes she and Olivia would work on stories and illustrate them. She put her pens away for a long time. But now that she has kids who like to draw, she has become a famous artist in their eyes!! The best! This is one she drew for the kids! It's Tab and hubby James!

Following

Psalm 23
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

Another Postcard With Chimpanzees

Maybe I should make a disclaimer, but instead I'll just give a reason and say, "Sorry." in advance to anyone who doesn't appreciate this song. "Sorry." Okay, now for the reason. Tab said that there is a beach party setting up to go down on the beach just within walking distance from their home. I think this party is in connection with the Superbowl. The band "Barenaked Ladies" is going to perform. I used to hear "The Postcard Song" on the radio a few years back. The d.j's. played it all the time. Yet Tab said she has never heard it! So I thought that it would surely play on the radio when we were together because "they played it all the time". You can guess that we never heard it together. I'm not sure if Liv heard it either. So here it is just to prove I wasn't dreaming like I thought for awhile! Have a fun free beach concert, Tab!



You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously…

Driving at Night With The Moon on the Snow

has been a delight to my senses!  Mike and I have been taking night time drives as the lighting on the snow beckons us to venture out. The moon has been full and bright and as it casts light on God's creation, it's almost surreal and most certainly luminously lovely. I thought of taking some photos, but decided I'd be too frustrated trying to adjust the camera settings for night and "miss" the enchantment, so here are two art pieces that capture the idea very nicely!

Sometimes the night was beautiful Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close You could touch it
but your heart would break
R. Mullins

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
C. Moore


The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it.
Psalm 24:1

When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him…