My geology class and I went to Starved Rock National Park in mid April. We made a few different stops within the range of the Starved Rock area. We went from Buffalo Park, to a few stops within the Quarry, and lastly Mathessien Park. I took over 100 photos, so I uploaded the best of the best pictures of my adventure. 10 hours of hiking in the wet, cold, and rainy park taught me a lot about myself; stuff that I never even knew about myself. For example, I’m very clumsy and afraid of heights. However, I learned to have more confidence within my stride. I now know about myself is that no matter how I fall, I always get back up and keep going on.
I now plan on going for hikes every couple we
Seasons always change.
No drop, leaf, nor snowflake remains.
There are no mistakes.
Nothing ever remains the same.
And neither do we.
Winter is indeed coming… are you all ready for it? Well if you are, great! If not, stow ahead! Would some funnies make the chill a little bit less harsh?
“Yeah, sure thing boss! I’ll be there in 23 years!”
*sniffle* That was the most beautiful winter poem I have ever heard in my life! *sniffle*
What???? There’s no app for this???? Screw Apple and Android!
Come on Jeeves!!! Chop chop!
It’s ‘shovellin’, not shufflin’. Gosh!
At the end of the day… a warm butt is all that matters. XD
May all of your hearts be warm like this cat’s butt. Stay warm, stay safe, stay positive.
Deadly beauty at its finest.
The elixir of the red rose’s thorns mixed within a river of ice.
That is what we are.
The Red Winter river flows during this time of great transition.
I met my love here, right at the moment when we were both born.
Bonded blood by blood, skin by skin, bone by bone, particle by particle, being by being.
Sweetly satisfying to the touch.
Forever held together by intimacy and passion.
Soul flames burning as one.
In order for us to continue to spread love in the red is to find a host.
We’re waiting for you my dear…
We need new blood… we need you.
I am colder than you could ever imagine…
I am not the soft sunlight you thought I was.
Death’s kiss isn’t cold enough to describe me.
When I see… I shroud my mind with mist…
When I bite… I burn my tongue…
When I breathe… I rejoice…
When I embrace… I freeze into the stiff roots…
When I feel… nothing less of an empty void exists.
What am I to the heavens above?
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via Thoughts #956 — emotionsoflife2016
There is no need to explain the weather.
I did not create the snow.
There is no need to explain the seasons.
I am not the creator of eternal beauty.
There is no need to explain rain, winds, and snow.
I can not explain it’s happenings.
There is no need to explain why things happen.
I do not hold all control.
There is no need to explain life.
I do not hold all of the answers.
There is no need for me to explain my state of being.
It just is as I find my peace within the snow.
I won’t justify what I love.
For what I love is infinite beyond you can I.