America
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Timeless Glory
She rests quietly in the fading light, painted in the colors of old glory. Weathered by time but unshaken, she wears her colors not as a decoration, but devotion—a quiet sentinel of the land she loves. In her stillness, there’s… Continue reading
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Ghosts of Appalachia
Old Glory still remains at her post among the swirling ghosts of Appalachia… Continue reading
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Ghosts of Ohio’s Erie Canal
Whispers linger on weathered stones, where specters spin tales of yesteryear’s canal boats. Old towpaths, now cradled in nature’s tender grasp, echo with the ghostly cadence of invisible horse teams. Their legacy drifts through the air, a soft rustle among… Continue reading
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Happy Independence Day! 🇺🇸
Melding into one, past and present embrace within their weathered planks—old barns standing as silent witnesses to freedom—an embodiment of the rugged independence within the American spirit… Continue reading
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Old Guardian of the Meadow
Tall grass whispering secrets in the passing breeze, a lone companion for her silent-weathered walls—a tapestry of time, holding tales of yesteryear… Continue reading
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History’s Beauty
A testament to a storied past—architecture a blend of elegance and solemnity—reflecting the beauty of America’s small towns… The Pataskala Banking Company, founded in 1888, stands in contrast to the old Pataskala Standard newspaper offices on the left. While the… Continue reading
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Remember…
Remember the Marine falling on a grenade to save a friend… Remember the bomber pilot, desperately fighting for control of his burning aircraft, ensuring his crewmembers bailed out—yet remained in the cockpit a moment too long… Remember the nurse diligently… Continue reading
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Days of Yore
The fabric of centuries thin, spirits revealing their presence in twilight’s closing spark—illuminating a bygone era—stories long forgotten… Continue reading
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Ballad of a Gooney Bird
Gazing skyward, her tail-wheel configuration appears as if she’s ready to fly—embracing the celestial world above, loving the heavens like her airmen within. Pulling chocks from her wheels, line personnel scramble beneath her soft beautiful lines. Aerodynamic curves, waiting to… Continue reading
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True Love’s Embrace
Surrendering to Mar PacĂfico’s soft embrace — as named by Ferdinand Magellan, which in Portuguese means peaceful sea — the golden state coastline warmly greets her true love… Continue reading
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Journey’s Melody
“The journey has its own lyrics A duet of balanced motion The rails and wheels in tune” ― Richard L. Ratliff — Continue reading
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