Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Well-struck Notes
This category is intended to highlight posts that have struck a sonorous note for me or my readers, or which, either through the living of them or the retelling of them, occupy a particularly special place in my heart.
A Musician’s Notebook: It’s All About The Journey…Or Is It?
This has been a very busy week in that the Choral Art Society of NJ (of which I am a proud second soprano), is rehearsing for the May 17th concert. This is a ritual that choruses around the world relive frequently, and one that I personally… Continue Reading “A Musician’s Notebook: It’s All About The Journey…Or Is It?”
Wisdom of The Tulips (Photo Friday: Early Morning)
Sepals closed, slumb’ring still, Sun hides well o’er fog-drenched fields, Quiet, dampened dawn. ***** An almost mystical morning hush is captured in this photo, taken while strolling the grounds of the Buttermilk Inn a few weeks ago. My normal routine is to rise early… Continue Reading “Wisdom of The Tulips (Photo Friday: Early Morning)”
Tangled Woods
As leaf pods fell to earth like grassy snow, The unpaved, woodsy path, a mossy trail that lured me ever deeper, bent to know what wonders to unfold, to sip the grail. But skies began to darken, lifted eyes alert, while soggy grounds beneath… Continue Reading “Tangled Woods”
The Road to St. Remy de Provence
Roadside trees protect the farmer’s plows They stand for miles, like well placed fence posts, true, Aligned, an arboreal arch of bending boughs That beckon me to venture: “Bienvenue.” Provence’s countryside in colors true with fragrant lavender, sunflowers gold, Painting flashing vistas, reds and… Continue Reading “The Road to St. Remy de Provence”
Lies of Omission
He stands as he has stood mid brush and stickler thickets, nesting spot for wrens, He offers life’s elixir, respite from the rush of feral creatures on the prowl again. His moldy feet secure, yet he pretends that he might teeter if a bird of… Continue Reading “Lies of Omission”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters
This series of photographs is posted in response to the prompt “letters“. Upon first glance, these two photos, are a welcome banner and a logo on a cap. For me, though, when I look at these photos, I am instantly transported to the mountains… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters”
Imprisoned
His self-absorbed complacence was pierced by the whack of the slamming door. The swish of her departure created a backdraft, as the loose-swinging portal was flung back on its own hinges into the jamb. Just as she’d been swinging aimlessly in the breeze when… Continue Reading “Imprisoned”
Patchwork Garden
Patchwork Garden My garden grows with little help from me, Displaying twenty shades of verdant hue, In awe, I bow to beauty, simplicity, That a “Kiss of the Sun” can do. The daffodils and lilies get their clue, From nature’s thawing earth and sunlit days, To… Continue Reading “Patchwork Garden”
Lucid Dreams
🌲🌲🌲 He’s entering the woods as oft before, And still his heart is thumping, resolute, This path has been the backdrop to his more lucid revelations, thoughts astute. The crunch of long-dropped pine cones underfoot, Reminds him, well, that feral denizens, inhabit near, ‘neath torn-asunder… Continue Reading “Lucid Dreams”
Silent Eloquence
Looking out over the expanse of neatly arranged chairs, that in a few hours will be teeming with concert-goers, the stark contrast is clear. This anticipatory lull is prelude to a great crescendo of excitement. It’s as if calm before the storm; the lows… Continue Reading “Silent Eloquence”
An Engineer’s Journal: Orientation Day, 1963
Journal Entry: September 18, 1963 Today’s assembly was nerve-racking. I got through the bookstore successfully, managing to get every book on the list, the K&E slide rule, drafting instruments and seven college-lined notebooks. My biggest problem (or so I thought walking over to the… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: Orientation Day, 1963”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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