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On Location Series #8–Rosaryville State Park

Rosaryville State Park, a hidden gem in Clinton, MD.  This August 18, 2018, On Location venture, started off a little dissuading at first.  The upkeep of the park was less desirable as portions showed overgrown grass and much-needed parking lots repair.  The nuance of well-kept picnic grounds compared to other places showed greatly that certain areas were much cared for than others.

It was also the location of Mount Airy Manson which was elegant.  The grounds were splendid to the eye as I saw greenhouses and ground root cellars for vegetation purpose.  The history of the park was apparent to the owners of the mansion and the numerous items scattered throughout the landscape (It is one of the oldest Maryland mansions connected to the Calvert family, the Lords Proprietor of colonial Maryland).  A tobacco barn, an old cannon cart I discovered through my trek in the woods.  This was a huge park and it kept so much mystery that I will allow you guys, to journey through my pictures and videos.  Even some pictures that held a hidden, even darker meaning behind them.

Just a show of what is among us in the least of places, closets to our homesteads as it allows the heart to dance in sync with the mind.  Now that I got your attention for understanding…,

It is time to commence.

(Videos directly below)

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On Location #5-Great Falls National Park (Maryland side)

 

Bonus!!  All of the pictures I took today are below:

 

 

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A Winter’s Night (Friday Night Poetry Corner #169)

Good evening and welcome everyone to another Friday Night Poetry Corner! Tonight the featured poem is by AD Gibson called, “A Winter’s Night.” This visceral masterpiece we have you in an indefinite dream like state, the beautiful words are just haunting and makes you want more. Well done!

labyrinths and mirrors

White knuckles and red fingers,

Warm breath dissipating upon the cold stillness of night.

Grey solemn spirits linger,

With burning eyes those sapphire spirits of fading light.

And the ghosts of traffic,

Ferry their captive cargo illuminating lines of passageways.

This darkness has its magic,

Harbouring melancholic dreams expelled from winter days.

Diamonds and frosted glass,

Amber teardrops caught in a rhizome of frozen time.

Dreamers of a nocturnal mass,

With prayers in pockets silently shuffling out in a line.

And this night will surely pass,

Though the stillness of moments seemingly imprison and cage.

Time’s wave ebbs away so fast,

Hungry fires beat back the cold from fists of quiet rage.

Thursday 25 January 2018

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