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Morning on Lake Huron -  cg photography

Raimonds Staprans - Boat Dock (1986)

Along the coast of California

The Woman on the Dock

Moonlight shines on a narrow boat dock. Small waves chuckle, teasing the pilings.

I see her silhouette as she stands, thinking, smoking a cigarette. A breeze moves her long hair.

I am here, and she is there, forever, on the dock, which rests on my memory's battered pilings.

hans ostrom 2024

A black and white photo of wood and metal.

Late night aesthetic

The morning sun broke gently over the lake, casting a warm glow on the solitary house that floated like a wayward dream, untethered from the mundane. This world was a whisper, a soft murmur of life where time did not press, and troubles were as distant as the shores bordering this water expanse. The house, an architectural love letter to the whimsical heart, was adorned with creeping vines—the vibrant gown of nature—clinging to the weathered stones and wood like the tender embraces of a long-parted lover.

Around this secluded abode, the water was reflective and still, disturbed only by the silent passage of a fish below or the occasional dip of an oar from the tiny docked boat, waiting patiently for a hand to guide it through the liquid expanse. Here, existence was distilled to the essentials, removed from the city life's cacophony where souls clamored loudly and close.

Lilypads dotted the surface, and it was easy to imagine them as stepping stones for the fair folk, leading to an unseen world beyond human sight. It was the sort of place one stumbled upon while lost, only to realize they had found precisely what they needed without knowing they had been searching.

As the day unfolded, the light danced across the rooftop, drawing out the oranges and browns of the tiles, a cresting wave frozen atop the house. Inside, there were no voices today, just the symphony of the structure itself—the creak of aging timber, the gentle tap of leaves against windowpanes, the deep, contented sighs of foundations at rest.

This was a scene of retreat, a corner of the world where the worn spirit could bask in solitude, where the only narratives woven were those of whispering trees and water that knew the secrets of the deep. Whether a soul resided there or if it awaited the return of an absent wanderer, one could only guess.

The world was young again in such a place, and anything seemed possible.

The Stars and Stripes with a Mountain Backdrop (Glacier National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking around the shores of Swiftcurrent Lake with a view looking across those waters to the southwest and mountains of the Northern Lewis Range and Continental Divide. This is located in the Many Glacier area of Glacier National Park. One can see the light dusting of snow that had happened the night prior from a recent front that came through. With the clouds hanging over the mountains, there was a mood that seemed to draw me into the setting and image captured. My thought on composing this image was to align myself to center the flagpole with the American flag and then have a backdrop of the mountains behind it. Given I was doing post-processing work with this image a few days before Veterans Day, I felt that day would add to the memories of my time and service as an Army officer.

Natural Stone Pavers Patio in Houston Inspiration for a small mediterranean backyard stone patio fountain remodel

Sailboat docked on the pier. ⛵️💦

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