Philosophical Fridays

Danny James Photography

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                        Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
                        The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
                         The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
                         The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass.
                         The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain.
                         The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
                         Who can leap the world’s ties
                         And sit with me among the white clouds.

Han-Shan

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Conversation

This post is in response to the Daily Post Daily Prompt of “Conversation”.

“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” ~Desmond Tutu

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Photo Credit ===Danny James

The Bear

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

I woke to the sound of fabric ripping. The sound of an angry bear accompanied the next slash. Evening light streamed through the opening. The front of the tent suddenly collapsed to the right. The sight of the huge animal filled that void. Suddenly it stood and the blood red eyes focused on the remains of the meal I had just finished.  I desperately tried to find the zipper on my sleeping bag. I realized I did not have time to escape. I quickly covered my head and slipped as far down as I could. The first blow was lethal.

You can lose your head for that.

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

No trees grew in this desolate part of the country. He knew this area well. Every year he made this trip to collect taxes due the King.

“You know this place?” his companion whispered.

“Oh, aye, I know most places through this part of the Highlands. Wouldn’t wander here cept tis’ the King’s brother-in-law who needs to pay his share.” 

“ What fate awaits him if he refuses?” his companion asked.

“His Majesty has a wee bit of a temper and doesn’t take well with those who displease him. One Royal Lady lost her head when she offended.”

 

 

Time Stands Still

This post is submitted to Sunday Photo Fiction.

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© Eric Wicklund

John entered the forest at precisely 11:17 a.m. on August 2, 2016. He knew this by double tapping on his new fitbit bracelet. He tapped again and was informed he had taken 1,257 steps so far this morning. He planned this walk to reach his goal of 10,000.

After an hour on the trail he noticed an interesting looking tree. The large branches formed what looked like an eye socket with a missing eyeball in the center.

Climbing in he was amazed at how large the enclosure was. The eye socket he was now standing in was huge. He went to the edge of the socket and stood up and still did not reach the top of the arch.

Looking out he saw a scene like something out of Jurassic Park. Hugh animals of all descriptions ranged the landscape as far as he could see. Sounds of animal welfare, sounds so loud they made him fear for his life.

He felt the need to return to the trail and quickly. Somewhere were everything made sense.

Raising his left arm to check his progress in reaching his step goal his fitbit indicated the date was December 19, 2021 and his step counter read 103,254,615 steps.