In the colder Winter months there’s a pond of substantial size, which freezes over. We always make a small hole through the ice to measure its thickness. The ice usually measures between 8 to 12 inches in these particularly cold months. Strong enough for ice skating. The landscape around the pond is hilly, and there are many trees along the one side of the pond. Which leads into a heavily, dense wooded area. The sun shines brightly from behind the clouds reflecting on the snow covered ground. Making the snow sparkle, and glisten. We use shovels, and big flat head brooms to remove all the snow from the surface of the pond to make it ready for ice skating. Sometimes we use the flat head brooms as hockey sticks, and an old snuff (Skoal) can as a puck. Just goofing around, and having fun. Pretending to play Hockey with our improvised sports gear. Other times we have family get togethers at this frozen wonderland, and bring thermoses full of hot cocoa, and marshmallows to top. All the children especially love this time of year. We all skate around the pond. Sometimes fluffy white snowflakes slowly, gently fall from the sky collecting on our coats, and hats. This is one of the most enjoyable pastimes of Winter.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Polar lights,
Twins of the night,
Lighting bright,
The night sky.

The Merry dancers
swirl,and glow
as they put on their show.

Vivid,

Lucid,

Green serpintines.

A powerful energy of magnetism
Pulsating through the night sky.

Mystifying all below.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Maybe its the dark hours that bring the lonely. The somber, gloom that swallows all, or the quite which follows. Maybe darkness just feeds on darkness in the absence of light. Demons dancing in the shadows. Waiting for day break , to incinerate the dancing demons. Bringing back the bright, and bustle of day.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Spellbinding lily of the valley, little white bells silently swaying. An elegant sweet fragrance fills the Spring air. May bells sending signals to all the bee’s, and butterflies. They float, and buzz around drinking in all the sweet nector, and pollinate flower to flower.

– Jamie Whorton ©

If time could be frozen stopped, and suspended in an endless moment, I would spend an eternity with you. If I could go back, and pick any memory to relive, I would pick our favorite day. If I could flip through this photo album touching any picture to be transported through the shades of Polaroid, I would choose a picture with you. Just to see you, to touch you, just to speak to you. If time could be rewound again, and again, I would warp it like my favorite cassette tape. Playing it until it would no longer play. Wearing down B side then flipping to A. Singing along to the song of you, Until my voice could no longer utter a sound.I would stay reliving that day. I would tell you that I loved you before we parted ways. I would tell you, I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. A life without you would be dull, and faded. Absent of brightness, and warmth. If time could be frozen, suspended in an endless moment, I would spend that moment loving you.

– Jamie Whorton ©

The sky is a masterful shade of gray, stretching far, and wide. A cold drizzling rain falls to the soggy, leaf-strewn ground. A slight breeze, and trembling leaves. Its a gray sky Autumn day. Spectacular in its own way. Snuggled up in fuzzy fleece, so soft to the touch. So warm, and cozy. Keeping the cold at bay. On this gray sky Autumn day.

– Jamie Whorton ©

I grab my camera, put on a warm coat,and some boots. Now I’m headed for the woods to capture natures beauty. While walking I come to a dirt path covered in yellow leaves. Hidden from sight. The only way to find your way is to keep between the trees. Squirrels scurry up, and down trees. Deer run when they hear the crunching of leaves. Birds chirp from above in the trees. The October air is cool, crisp. The smell of the woods clings on the air. The smell is sweet, and earthy. With every breath, I feel more at ease. With every breath, I remember what life’s about. With every breath I begin to see more clear. Slowly finding my way, but finding it nonetheless. The woods bring about peace. Just going for a walk gathering thoughts.

– Jamie Whorton ©

A twilight sky dawning a new day. Soon hues of red, orange, and pink will fill the sky. Looking like an oil painting stretching wide. The natural art boldly emanating for all to see. Watching the sky’s transforming beauty, in the quite of morning. A truly peaceful calm. The air is sweet, and cool each breath refreshing. Sitting here in the morning sun contemplating all my yesterdays, and all my tomorrows.soaking in the aureate sunrays. Sipping on a fresh brewed cup of coffee. There’s no better way to start a day.

– Jamie Whorton ©

What do you do when the well is running low, and filling slow? Do you look up, down, and all around? Do you turn fantasy into reality? Will it ever fill again? Flowing, coursing turning streams into rivers, and rivers into seas. Or will it merely trickle barely flowing, stagnate like a mud puddle? I’m waiting for a good rain. A down pour, bringing on a flood. To fill the well making it overflow.

– Jamie Whorton ©