Friday, March 6, 2009

Nature's Jewels - Amber

The sun shone briefly on a bit of root near the road. I enjoyed the sparkle of the pitch seeping out from it's bark. Then I saw the lone amber drop, highlighted for the moment just for me. This picture is but a pale imitation of the amazing jewel this really was.


  1. This is a truly beautiful photo. I can imagine it is a pale imitation of what you saw. I can remember trying to hold such jewels in my hands as a child...and then my consternation...I can't get this stuff off my hands!!!!!

  2. Yeah, ain't that a pitch? (snirk)

  3. ‘Tis the end of a 5-day trek whereby herself has most dutifully sallied to and fro between happy home and paycheck prison. Mine wee Irish eyes have been cast upward and downward seeking optical elements of hidden heart and facial feature. In the stillness of each evening, after partaking of paltry meal and regaining me strength, mine eyes have followed the blogs bragging of yet another gauntlet being tossed to hither or snatched from yon. Saints preserve us! In due course, the loonie residing inside meself traversed many a peril whilst gauntlet groveling! The University of Calgary tempted mine eyeballs with the school rag, The Gauntlet. Earache Records assaulted mine hearing with new tunes of “Fresh Blood” heavy-metaled out by the group, Gauntlet. Woe was the day whence this wench fell upon a business gone belly-up – the body piercing outfit, Gauntlet Enterprises. Amazed and nauseated, said wench sought refuge in her digital library and stumbled upon a frozen figure, feasibly famous. Fearing shame for not finding freshly found fortunes, the loonie side left and the righteous side roseth. Rather than seeking to fling and snatch, Herself became the mum she is and bent over to pick up after those who fling and let fly. And lo! The humble but hardy heart came out of hiding! Visit me blog at (me knowest not how to hyperlink inside a comment box but perchance it will happen automatically). There is a snow personality for Madame Beth and a heart or 2 for thine-self, dear Clytie.