An Alternative View of Education

MENTORING :-)

Here are more of my on-campus shots--from my perspective!

Gym

Viewing the sports field

Security

Christmas locks

Playground

My View of Education

While waiting for a meeting, I walked around and took pictures on our campus.  Not exactly the ones for a brochure, but it is my view!  :-)

Library

My classroom

My office

Playground

Stairs

Solar panels

Wheelchair ramp

A Chorus . . . I mean Carrot Line

I'm feeling a bit guilty.
Is it right to make my carrots entertain me before I crush the life out them in my juicer?
I kind of feel like a murderer.  After all, carrots are people, too.              ---> Or maybe not.

Political Opinion Polls

In the Pink . . . and Orange and Gold and Maroon and . . .

Last night's sunset was a dilly!  When the winds came in, the cloud formations starting getting interesting; then the color came.  We were driving, so all the color shots were from a moving car.  I was stopped briefly on the highway at a red light in front of the Shell station for that one.  Now if I had been driving . . .

Here's how it started:



This is how it developed--riotous gold, maroon, orange, etc. to the west and pinks and powder blues to the east and southeast.  The north was ablaze with swaths of deep rose, as well, but since my hubby was driving, it was hard to shoot across him (or in his face) to get a shot.  Though I tried! :-)

More Bare Bones

There is something in the sparseness--
the sparse stretching to the sky,
the intertwining, community of bare bones,
waiting for green buds and fancy dresses.
Spare looks like loss,
but faith sees the bloom and fruit of what will be
in time.
Hope dresses bones in breezy longing.

In the Pink

When I am blue,
there is healing in the pink.
When barbed darkness presses down,
 a crushing breath-taker,
I can look up to these ribbons of wonder,
remembering redemption is nearer than I can imagine.

The Bare Bones of Winter

The bare bones
witchy webbed against fomenting skies,
dormant
with barely a breathy promise of life:
Is your haunting silhouette a shadowy blight or a prayer upraised for spring?

New Neighborhood Watch-ing

We have a new neighbor:
no loud parties,
fairly neat and clean--at least in contained areas,
and so far has not used any foul language.
He seems to be taking over Neighborhood Watch.

Canadians, Eh!

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I wondered where all those Canadians went in winter to avoid the snow!

Single file, ladies, single file!

Shamed

I am shamed.

I have walked by you,

traded shallow pleasantries, ordered my latté,

gone about my daily nothings, oblivious to your darkness,

you who are lost.

I have cared, but not cared

because you were other.

I have not seen the fire closing in,

the overwhelming helplessness of your predicament,

you the theoretical heretical stranger.

But lost has become intimate.

Lost now has a face and a heart.

And I am lost in the pain and desperation of helpless please-Gods. 

But you . . .you other,

you have been lost all along, and I didn’t even notice.

And it shames me.

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