Hello Campfire Tale Heads! Long time no tree. So I'm working in New Orleans and I'd been considering what I wanted for my first post after a long absence from posting and I found the perfect mural I wanted to show you, and then... Well, then things went a little Goldilocks-ian, because my first photo … Continue reading Goldilocks and the Three Murals
Take care of a tree, and you will eat its fruit. ~ Proverbs 27:18a CEV So... Who wants to taste the rainbow?
This statue recently reminded me of a time in my life when (it seemed) everything took three tries. When he calls "Strike!" he apparently doesn't mean gold, he means, "The Bigfoot museum is CLOSED! Try again the next time you are passing through." I named the Strike Miner "Rusty." Here's what he's really thinking about.
Have you heard a parent or teacher start counting down to warn children to do as they are told? Once they reach zero, there will be consequences! Here's my version, to get myself going. "And in tree... two... one..."
Quick! Consume this itty-bitty science-filled quote — like a smart pill! — and then we'll talk about something more fun: goals! (It might help if you hold your breath until it's over; you'll read faster.) All the green in the planted world consists of these whole, rounded chloroplasts wending their way in water. If you … Continue reading The Atom Between Red and Green
Twenty-Twenty-One: Yay, it's over! Done. Twenty-Twenty-Two: Welcome. Cheers to you! Fingers crossed, the upcoming year goes great. Let's start right — (What? Uh-oh, already late...) ~ Camp Host Chad Didn't we just do this? Oh yeah, it's a tradition!
Life knocking you flat? Feel you've lost your gloss? Things not going exactly as you please? Here's what you do: Disguise yourself as Bob Ross, Then go and paint some happy little trees. Everyone knows a happy little tree Will embellish a happy little scene. And seen at a frightfully good party, You might relish … Continue reading The Joy of Halloween
The foliage is of all the colors of the prism; but as the woods roll away into the distance the calm, mysterious haze enwraps them in its soft shroud; paints them first in a light blue, then gradually a deeper blue, until, in the distance, there appears but a dim looming; and on gazing at … Continue reading Who Wants to Be a Wood Elf?
Ages ago, on a dark starry night, Between the forest and the Firehole’s banks (Perhaps the Madison’s), a spark took flight, A thought, a plan, for which we should give thanks National Parks, behold their provenance: Below dark outcroppings, beside a stream (Rock eyes, creek mouth; a face), camp occupants Envisioned preservation. Such a dream! … Continue reading The Legend of National Park Mountain