THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Thirty

A photo a day for thirty days, plus a poem a day on most occasions to celebrate the 20^th anniversary of National Poetry Month.  So ends the challenge.  And now---

Into the woods without delay

Be careful not to lose the way.

Into the woods who knows what may

Be lurking on the journey?

 Into the woods, and down the dell,

The path is straight, I know it well.

Into the woods, and who can tell

What’s waiting on the journey?

Stephen Sondheim

 Leave the beaten track occasionally and dive into the woods.  Every time you do so, you will be certain to find something that you have never seen before.

Alexander Graham Bell

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Nine

A photo a day for thirty days.

Cashing in on the investment I made last fall in tulip bulbs.

The May sun--whom 

all things imitate-- 

that glues small leaves to 

the wooden trees 

shone from the sky 

through bluegauze clouds 

upon the ground. 

Under the leafy trees 

where the suburban streets 

lay crossed, 

with houses on each corner, 

tangled shadows had begun 

to join 

the roadway and the lawns. 

With excellent precision 

the tulip bed 

inside the iron fence 

upreared its gaudy 

yellow, white and red, 

rimmed round with grass, 

reposedly. 

William Carlos Williams

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Eight

A photo a day for thirty days.

View up Seventh South just before eight a.m. when all the traffic is students and professors on their way to campus.

 This tenor walked behind me for three blocks through campus quietly singing arias, probably on his way to vocal or choir class.  It was nice.

 Runners and walkers along the path in the park enjoying the spring weather.

TODAY

By Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Seven

I took this photo in the back yard of a neighbor.  I’m not positive, but I think it's an old freight wagon.  Those who drove these wagons and handled the horses were called, “teamsters.”

 This is a freight wagon hitched to a team ready to haul goods from Silver City, Idaho during the mining boom of the 1880’s.

 This is a photo of my grandfather, Jack Cooper, (on the left) and his future brother-in-law, Loal Hendricks.  They drove teams of six big horses which pulled the heavy wagons over the dirt roads for miles.  One job had them bringing freight to Twin Falls, Idaho from Shoshone where trains on the Union Pacific Railroad made a stop. 

Jack, Loal, and Loal’s brother Ace, drove wagons which were loaded at the train station in Shoshone, Idaho.  They traveled the twenty-seven miles south to Twin Falls which is built on the edge of the vertical canyon of the Snake River.

 

 The only way to cross the river at that time was by a single-lane track that switch-backed down the side of the canyon wall.  The road then crossed the canyon floor to a ferry waiting on the river.  When the teamsters and their wagons reached the bottom of the canyon they would race to see who could get to the ferry for the first ride across.  Once across the river they drove their wagons up a narrow dug-way that was built into the lava rock walls of the canyon’s south side.  At one point the road passed under the waterfall of the Perrine Coolie that dropped over the rim. 

It took them all day to go from Shoshone to the south side of the Snake River Canyon.  They usually camped that night and drove the last few miles into Twin Falls the next day.

Story related by Jack Cooper’s son, Lindell Cooper

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE -- Twenty Six

Same moose, different day.

Guess who was standing in the path along the river AGAIN. And he didn't look like he'd had his coffee yet.

I could choose to try and slip by the big critter browsing on branches.

Nope, nope, nope. 

 I took the road less traveled and found my way through the brush and brambles and left Bullwinkle to his breakfast.

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I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty-Five

A photo a day for 30 days

The Saver

Today I thought I'd clean out the trunk,

And throw away some of that worn-out junk,

 

 The little red overalls, worn at the knee,

The raggedy sweater, used by my three,

 The faded old jacket that Kenny wore

The first time he went with his Dad to the store,

 The myriad anklets, many unmatched,

And several wee shirts, patched and unpatched,

The dress that's too small for Betty to wear,

The ribbon that never would stay in her hair, 

Paul's baby cap his old woolen bunting, 

Small worn things for which I'd been hunting,

Oh, I sorted out lots of worn-out junk,

Then I tenderly packed it all back in the trunk.

By Kathleen Wastlund

 Our first baby wearing the Mini-Tonka moccasins.

All the kids wore the Mini-Tonka moccasins.

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Four

A photo a day for thirty days

Who will help me plant the wheat?

And who, these Harvesters,

And who, these close-shorn fields,

Desolate in short-cut stubble,

That stand, stiff in silence,

That wear the heavy tracks,

That have endured the harvest,

That yielded up their dead,

That bristle through the falling snow,

That whistle wind-song low?

Don Bouchard