Showing posts with label Jim Pankey's Photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Pankey's Photos. Show all posts
March 30, 2011
January 27, 2011
Thursdays Haiku: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to the wild magnolia on the winning haiku!
sunlit rain shower
nature is confused perhaps
no mud puddle joy
Another example of Jim Pankey's wonderful photography.
sunlit rain shower
nature is confused perhaps
no mud puddle joy
Another example of Jim Pankey's wonderful photography.December 10, 2010
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to the wild magnolia on her winning contribution.
Hayrides and harvests
Sunday go to meeting
Neighborly visits
Trips to town
Go fetch the doctor
Laughing children
Lovers side by side
the old raggedy wagon
has stories to tell
Visit Jim Pankey to see more amazing photography.
Hayrides and harvests
Sunday go to meeting
Neighborly visits
Trips to town
Go fetch the doctor
Laughing children
Lovers side by side
the old raggedy wagon
has stories to tell
Visit Jim Pankey to see more amazing photography.November 25, 2010
November 10, 2010
September 30, 2010
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations morganna on your winning contribution.
The swell rises and falls
Tumbling water from sea to land
The man on the board rides
The wave, becoming one with the sea.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more amazing photography.
The swell rises and falls
Tumbling water from sea to land
The man on the board rides
The wave, becoming one with the sea.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more amazing photography.August 26, 2010
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations Dani on the winning contribution!
The bull was coming right at him so with a pounding heart, he began to do the only thing he could do. Run.
Jim was a rodeo performer. He'd been a clown a few times as well as other entertaining rodeo performances and today he'd dressed up with many handkerchiefs hanging from his pockets to entertain the crowd. His buddy, Calvin, was also out in the arena today and they had begun their practiced script when the door to one of the corrals opened up and out came a big black bull.
Calvin didn't even seemed surprised and somehow Jim knew he had planned it all along. But having nothing else to go off of, Jim completely forgot everything they had practiced and could only think of one thing. Escape.
Revenge would indefinitely come later.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.
The bull was coming right at him so with a pounding heart, he began to do the only thing he could do. Run.
Jim was a rodeo performer. He'd been a clown a few times as well as other entertaining rodeo performances and today he'd dressed up with many handkerchiefs hanging from his pockets to entertain the crowd. His buddy, Calvin, was also out in the arena today and they had begun their practiced script when the door to one of the corrals opened up and out came a big black bull.
Calvin didn't even seemed surprised and somehow Jim knew he had planned it all along. But having nothing else to go off of, Jim completely forgot everything they had practiced and could only think of one thing. Escape.
Revenge would indefinitely come later.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.August 17, 2010
August 13, 2010
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations Don on the winning contribution.
Hummingbird Musings
God, I love hibiscus.
It's not enough to just suck the nectar;
I've got to stop and enjoy the view.
So much of life is scurrying about;
flit here, flit there.
Too few times do I sit and enjoy the view.
But this...
God, I love hibiscus.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.
Hummingbird Musings
God, I love hibiscus.
It's not enough to just suck the nectar;
I've got to stop and enjoy the view.
So much of life is scurrying about;
flit here, flit there.
Too few times do I sit and enjoy the view.
But this...
God, I love hibiscus.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.July 30, 2010
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations Dani on the winning contribution.
A haiku
Whispers of the wind
is poetry in motion
through feathers in flight
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.
A haiku
Whispers of the wind
is poetry in motion
through feathers in flight
Visit Jim Pankey to see more wonderful photography.
July 14, 2010
June 11, 2010
Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations bel on your winning contribution.
Six
birds or
three? Reflected in
the glassy pewter colored
surface of the
soil scented
lake.
Enjoy more of Jim Pankey's wonderful photography.
Six
birds or
three? Reflected in
the glassy pewter colored
surface of the
soil scented
lake.
Enjoy more of Jim Pankey's wonderful photography.
May 20, 2010
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to septembermom on the winning post.
The desire to exclaim was there but hushed quickly by fear and awe. What they were seeing was difficult to comprehend or articulate. They had no time to really process the force in front of them. For those few seconds, they were like chess pieces waiting for the master move. Spurred into motion, they drove quickly as the rumbling overpowered their senses.
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The desire to exclaim was there but hushed quickly by fear and awe. What they were seeing was difficult to comprehend or articulate. They had no time to really process the force in front of them. For those few seconds, they were like chess pieces waiting for the master move. Spurred into motion, they drove quickly as the rumbling overpowered their senses.
Visit Jim Pankey for more amazing photos.
April 28, 2010
Wednesdays Ten: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to Dani on the winning post.
See more amazing photos at Wildspirit's Fotothing.
Everyday skies never fail to capture me in their motion.
See more amazing photos at Wildspirit's Fotothing.
March 23, 2010
Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner
Congrats to Heather T for your winning contribution! I was torn between the two this week, but decided on the entry that was written from this man's perspective. Thanks so much for the great writing, girls!
It had been a long day for him as he sat on the beach waiting for that perfect wave to come in; the wave that never did. As he walked the long walk back to his car, he couldn't feel a bit of frustration for how the day turned out. The only thing on his mind was the beautiful girl that he sat with waiting on the waves.
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It had been a long day for him as he sat on the beach waiting for that perfect wave to come in; the wave that never did. As he walked the long walk back to his car, he couldn't feel a bit of frustration for how the day turned out. The only thing on his mind was the beautiful girl that he sat with waiting on the waves.
Visit Jim Pankey to see more of his pictures.
March 4, 2010
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to Dani on the winning post.
The words flowed from his mouth as if second nature. He'd said these same words so many times he'd lost count. Day in, day out, he repeated them to himself. At first they were strange to him - as though someone else should be saying them. They felt foreign on his tongue and he had to put effort into making the words sound natural as though he meant every syllable.
But tonight he was used to the words. They sprang from his lips so naturally that even he was convinced he thought them up himself. Now he was no longer himself. He was the bird who spoke these words. The feathers they laid on his shoulders and headpiece now seemed attached to his skin and he was looking through new eyes, the bird's eyes. The night was majestic through these new eyes. He felt like he could spread his wings and fly.
Then the lights dimmed, curtains closed, and he was himself again, dressed in feathers of yellow and orange. He could feel the paint on his face again, like a hot thick layer of skin.
This was the night he knew he was a real actor.
Visit Jim Pankey for more inspiring photos.
The words flowed from his mouth as if second nature. He'd said these same words so many times he'd lost count. Day in, day out, he repeated them to himself. At first they were strange to him - as though someone else should be saying them. They felt foreign on his tongue and he had to put effort into making the words sound natural as though he meant every syllable.
But tonight he was used to the words. They sprang from his lips so naturally that even he was convinced he thought them up himself. Now he was no longer himself. He was the bird who spoke these words. The feathers they laid on his shoulders and headpiece now seemed attached to his skin and he was looking through new eyes, the bird's eyes. The night was majestic through these new eyes. He felt like he could spread his wings and fly.
Then the lights dimmed, curtains closed, and he was himself again, dressed in feathers of yellow and orange. He could feel the paint on his face again, like a hot thick layer of skin.
This was the night he knew he was a real actor.
Visit Jim Pankey for more inspiring photos.
February 17, 2010
Wednesdays Ten: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to {Simply} Heather on the winning post.
View more of Jim Pankey's inspiring photos.
Settled with strength
Peering with purpose
Waiting for the moment
Peering with purpose
Waiting for the moment
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January 14, 2010
Thursdays The: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to Sarah on the winning post.
The flock rose gently, one by one from the mirrored surface. Quiet on downy wings each avian rose to meet the morning glow.
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The flock rose gently, one by one from the mirrored surface. Quiet on downy wings each avian rose to meet the morning glow.
View more of Jim Pankey's photos.
December 20, 2009
Mondays Meme: Featured Post Winner
Congratulations to Jim Pankey for his wonderful memories to accompany this adorable old pickup truck, also shared by him:
I remember the old days when grandpa gleaned corn from fields to feed his livestock. I learned how to drive (age ten) in an old rig similar to this (an old Dodge) and outwitted my cousin Denny (we took turns driving the truck up the field to the next pickup point)by leaving the gearshift in high...he stalled it 100% of the time and grandpa said, 'Jim, you drive until Denny learns how.' Denny never did catch on.
Memories.
This one, in Cherry Valley, California, still runs!!
This one, in Cherry Valley, California, still runs!!
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