Impossible Possible

Ocean roared with jagged teeth

Sand dunes devoured by hurricane waves

as the sirens’ song wailed from out of the gale

Hatteras Lighthouse sat in peril

Lets save the light”

Anything one can envision is possible

On tracks of steel they moved it back

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This is Quadrille Monday with De Jackson at d’Verse. The prompt today is to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using any form of the word possible! I am writing about the historic move of the Hatteras Lighthouse away from the water’s edge on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The photo above was taken years ago when we visited there, before it was moved.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Head Banging

Watching change taking place in my lifetime makes me conclude that it doesn’t happen quickly. Seems like paradigm shifts are happening all around, demanding immediate changes in society. History shows us it may take awhile.

Ocean’s white head slams

Against solid rocks of time

Change happens slowly

White foam creates a big splash

Hard heads take time to erode

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

The Hatteras Light

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We visited the Hatteras Lighthouse, on North Carolina’s Outer Banks, many years ago when the ocean was cutting away at its feet! The beautiful waves lapping the beach, serene in the summer, turns choppy and deadly during the fall hurricane season. At that time, plans were being worked on to save the lighthouse from being washed into the sea.  A few years later engineers worked out a way to dig under the lighthouse and set it on rails. From there they moved it slowly, just inches a day, until it was inland far enough away from the eroding shoreline.  A new foundation was built under it and it is now open once again for summer visitors.

Majestic lighthouse

Moved to solid ground

Ships still see the light

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Athabasca Falls

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When our boys were young, we made a number of trips to the Canadian Rockies and the surrounding areas. One of our stops was at Athabasca Falls. It was a beautiful spot. I took a slide photo of the falls, and when I got home sent it off to get made into a poster. It hung on our upstairs landing until we moved from that house to our present home. It was rather faded but that time but held a lot of sentimental value. I decided to see if I could paint the photo. This was the beginning of my renewed interest in painting. It is now preserved for a lasting memory.

Whitewater roaring
Rocks refuse to wear away
Athabasca Falls

The little fir tree growing in the rocks survived its precarious location. Several years later we visited the falls a second time and it appeared to be about six feet tall!

Painting of Athabasca Falls: Dwight L. Roth

Weathered Image

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Grandfather Mountain

Can you see the face // weathered and worn

Like a long lost Egyptian Pharaoh // unrapped

after two thousand years in the heart of a pyramid?

Rugged and strong // the image of dominating power

Lies with face to the sun // the rain // the snow and ice.

Exfoliation giving character and increasing interest.

Can you imagine this face // created at the beginning of time

shaped and molded at creation by the hand of God

raised up // unearthed to lay forever looking to the sky

reminding all who dare walk on his forehead…

that he will out last us all!

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Image of Grandfather Mountain, NC: Dwight L. Roth

 

Perpetual Motion

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Cycles of life // ever changing

Water // seasons // life and death

Try as we may //no changes are made

Earth’s genetics determine its fate

A hiccup here // a burp there

New islands form // others wash away

The cycle goes on

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Kim from d’Verse asked us to write a Quadrille (exactly 44 words) using the word cycle. There are many ways one could go with this, but I decided to write about cycles that seem to never change.  There are so many cycles that we and the earth go through it seems like perpetual motion to me.