Reasons to believe

Reminiscing ...

2011-01-02T20:03:00.001-08:00

Reminiscing ...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Reminiscing ...

When Summer gets
all sticky & hot
I start missing winter
and daydream a lot..
i bring out old pictures
of a cold winter's day..
when heat waves of summer
seemed so far away.

The Old weatherd Home...

2009-03-21T19:07:00.001-07:00

The Old weatherd Home...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Way out in a woods
far from a house or a barn..
near a stream with clear water
is a small house with charm..
with walls that are tattered
Roof weatherd and old
She is a portrait
Of a Blessing to hold.
the nails old and rusted
Say things unsaid there
and the door to it's shelter
Has much wear and tear..
I felt so lucky
to find in the trees...
a old house that was saying
"take my picture please!"..

.

.

Spring's Sturring...

2009-03-21T19:05:00.001-07:00

Spring's Sturring...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

"I don't like Winter"
said the fence to the barn...
"These black and white days
Make me wish for the Sun"

"this too shall pass"
said the Ice and the Snow
"we're a Quilt (Nature's Blanket)
Spring is stirring below"

Backroad Time...

2009-03-21T19:01:00.001-07:00

Backroad Time...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

I felt a need to clear my mind
and took a little "backroad time"
Where Nature speaks Her silent words
Alone with skies,the deer and birds..
The Gravel smelt of rain that fell
as Sunshine seemed to bid me well..
I walked for hours listening to
The Silence of drying dew...
Spring seemed to be starting to grow
Green moss and new grass said Hello..
The wind whisperd with a silent breeze
as i walked alone with Naked trees..
soon the fence line will be
a wall of leaves ( poision ivy...)
they say it travels in the wind
I hope today she stays my friend
Nothing better clears the mind
Like a little bit of Back Road time.

Picture and Poem by connetta jean...

Who's gonna feed the people? ( when Farmers can't be found)

2009-03-21T18:59:00.003-07:00

Who's gonna feed the people? ( when Farmers can't be found)
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Taking Count

2009-03-21T18:59:00.001-07:00

Taking Count
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

A March, Sky Daze...

2009-03-21T18:57:00.001-07:00

A March, Sky Daze...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Old man winter
lost his touch today
as blue skies and white clouds
Drifted my way..

Forsythia.....

2009-03-21T17:12:00.001-07:00

Forsythia.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

They say
once Forsythia blooms
Three times more
it will snow...
It's ture, you know
Winters last attempts
at hanging around..
Spring plays him well
she makes him melt..
But spring longs
for Summers touch.....

Abandoned Beauty...

2009-03-21T17:10:00.001-07:00

Abandoned Beauty...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Standing in the old church
where the preacher
stood on Sundays
Still haunts me..
I watched as leaves
danced across the floor
on the winter winds
and snow lay frozen
below open windows
as if it gently fell
into it's place...
the light shinning
through the wallls
seemed to be
impatiently wanting
to touch the darkness..
creating shadows.
Her time is fading...
But i found Her Beauty
she could not hide it..

Silent Whispers....

2009-03-21T17:07:00.003-07:00

Silent Whispers....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

tucked away
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading...
Her windows
once held
shinny glass...
And her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid benieth the grass...
her memories
are many...
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch's seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame...

Silent Whispers....

2009-03-21T17:07:00.001-07:00

Silent Whispers....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Unspoken Words...

2009-03-21T17:05:00.001-07:00

Unspoken Words...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

We often speak silently
You and I
Understanding each other
by a look or a touch
Unspoken words
that linger on faces
hide behind laughter
understood by a touch.
Blinded by tears
and found
only with years
spent together...
I never
heard them before
i loved you...
and we do
speak silently
you and i
you talk to me
with words
that need not be said
that which goes
without saying.

connetta Jean 1979

Unspoken Words...

2009-03-21T17:04:00.001-07:00

Unspoken Words...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Winters Window....

2009-03-21T17:01:00.001-07:00

Winters Window....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The old cabin
has a window
overlooking a lake.
hidden in summer
when trees are dressed...
yet ever so present
once Autumn arrives...
it doesn't take her long
to make a date
with old man winter..
Their lovers you know..
(doesn't everyone know?)
she sends him autum kisses
made of leaves
dancing in the cold winds..
(she left a few for me
tucked on the window)
Just before He arrives
she changes things..
(green is not
her favorite color..)
she paints them red
yellow and mauve,
orange..even purple..
then she strips them naked
to prove her promice
of dancing
into winter...
I have been told
in late September
the old man stands
at this window
watching Her ......

All peoms posted on this site are by connetta jean...

Shame....

2009-02-01T10:46:00.001-08:00

Shame....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Shame....
As i stood near a fence
i felt not a chill
I was waiting for Sunset
Being silent and still...
As the day's sun behind me
went from Orange to red..
the glow on the ice seemed
to speak words unsaid..
It seemed I was hearing
the wind call my name
Saying " you're seeing Beauty
But, I'm seeing Shame"...
"This picture is sad Friend
just look at the weeds
Soon spring will come and
they've all planted seeds..."
I then felt the chill
from the ice and the snow..
as guilt overcame me
for the seeds i let grow..
Though i know not one name
on the old stones i could see
Everyone's Guilty
and that includes me...
I was waiting for Sunset
to capture beauty on snow
But only my footprints
lead to seeds left to sow....

If I could...

2008-12-20T14:52:00.001-08:00

If I could...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If I could
I'd bring our soldiers home..
i would bring them safe and sound
home again on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home.

If i could
I'd make this world free
If i could
I'd make this world free
no cold and hungry children
no pain or poverty...
if i could
I'd make this world free.

If i could
i'd bring or soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them safe and sound
Home again, on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home..

If i could
i'd change nine one one
if i could
I'd change nine one one
I'd give anything to change
the damage that's been done
if i could
I'd change nine one one...

If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If i could
I'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them all safe and sound
home on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home

All poems and lyrics posted by me was written by me..connetta jean

2008-12-01T06:53:00.000-08:00

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Fancy Man...

2008-12-01T06:49:00.000-08:00

Snow Guys

2008-12-01T06:44:00.000-08:00

Autumn Angels

2008-12-01T06:20:00.000-08:00

Been Busy sculpting.....and working double time.

2008-11-23T05:51:00.000-08:00

Visit me on my Flickr site....

2008-10-17T08:47:00.000-07:00

I have over 6,000 pictures from the Ohio backroads.....Visit my sit at this link
http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta

Free Pictures...

2008-09-21T13:00:00.001-07:00

Free Pictures...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Right now it's too early
for our eyes to see
how perfect a painter
Old autumn can be..
In a week (maybe 2)
she'll shower us all
and render the splender
of the beauty of fall..
Her brush strokes are many
& her portraits are fine..
she's got so much to do
in so little of time..
she's the shortest of seasons
but the best one to see
her canvas is endless
& her pictures are free..

The Fading Of Summer...

2008-09-21T12:42:00.001-07:00

The Fading Of Summer...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Up on a ridge
there is a road
that called to me
("come see...come see")..
on good sky days
the little road
seems to meet the sky...
It's therapy i guess,
so they say anyway....
to walk and drink in
Natures gifts.
walking alone
i can hear Autumn
chatting with summer
like she's a friend..
all the while
making plans
to leave summer behind
and join old man winter..
she'll paint him pictures...
And Autumns pictures paint
a thousand thoughts..
when summer starts fading
rest assured
Autumn's somewhere
she's ot there........
She's In between days
where summer fades
and Nature whispers..
she writes Poetry
with white clouds..
on blue skies
for winter to find...
on gravel roads
that lead to the sky...
for poets to find..
( lucky stones).
Autumn will try her best
to linger with Winter..
as long as she can..

Finding Grace....

2008-09-21T10:30:00.001-07:00

Finding Grace....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

One night i had a dream where I
Sat high upon a distant hill
All alone and far from home
the wind was calm and still...
As i looked up to the sky
beams of light came down
and for awhile, Natures smile
seemed to be dancing all around..
I felt a need to talk to God
And ask him where to find
My way in life so full of strife
Weighing heavy on my mind..
Suddenly within the light
breaking through the sky above
I could hear a silent voice
that seemed so full of love.
Saying
"be paitent child, i hear the prayers
that come from everywhwere
Im close at hand, please understand
For this world I truly care"
then a dark cloud came & i felt rain
like tears upon my face...
and the voice became much louder as
it said " this world's in need of Grace"..
I asked the silent voice to tell me why
Oh why he did not sow
grace within a world of hearts
Planted faithfully to grow..
The voice became a whisper as
loud thunder roared above..
"Man is born with a free will
And faith is taught through love..
Grace is not something that
can be put in everyone..
for if I could i surely would
but that's not how it's done"..
as the rain clouds moved away
letting the light back through
i heard a final whisper say
I've seen the Grace in You"...
when i woke from that dream
I felt a peace within my mind..
and every day i take time to pray
that it will spread throughout mankind..
one by one, two by two
together we can be
a world that's full of peaceful souls
spreading Grace abundantly...

The Open Door..

2008-09-18T14:01:00.003-07:00

The Open Door..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

outside of town
on Dutch Ridge road
where gravel roads
seem to meet the sky..
a tiny church sits
far off the road..
tucked away
within the trees,
my first impression of Her
was that she seems
Humble.
(doesn't boast.)
Her time there
has been
peaceful and long..
her door stands open
refuge from
the rain and winds..
shelter for all
that enter.
she welcomes the deer
and other animals..
birds rest there nightly..
she does not lock her doors
in fear..
her door is always open.

paper Mache Sculpture.

2008-09-17T16:42:00.001-07:00

paper Mache Sculpture.
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

this paper mache rabbit was my bigest sculpture sold at a show back in 2000....and my first sale of the day too..this woman said she had a little bike with a cart she was going to sit him in...she seems happy with my creation..I loved how she held him like she truly loved him..
i started this rabbit with newspaper taped into a form, then covered in Alumiumn foil...it took me weeks to finish. it is one of a kind.

Sculptures by Connetta

2008-09-17T16:41:00.001-07:00

Sculptures by Connetta
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Sculptures by Connetta

2008-09-17T16:40:00.001-07:00

Sculptures by Connetta
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Cumberland Ohio....

2008-09-17T16:33:00.001-07:00

Cumberland Ohio....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Early Morning mist.....

2008-09-17T16:29:00.001-07:00

Early Morning mist.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Connie Vanmatre/poetry

2008-09-17T15:50:00.001-07:00

Ants and wings...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Ants and Wings...

"Take me a ride"
said the ant to the bee..
"take me up high
in the sky so i'll see"
"but we've been there & back
said the bee with a frown..
"the last time i took you
you begged to come down.."
"this time i will do it"
said the ant to the bee
"I'm ready to fly
don't ya worry about me"
So on climbed the ant
as they flew in the air..
and the ant got a bee's
eye view from up there..
But the bee had to get
back to working again..
as he landed the Ant
said "i'm thankful i am"
"i'll be there for you when
you need me dear friend.
I'll re-pay you this ride
when i come back again.."
The bee felt so cool,
as he buzzed all around.
and he told the story
to every bug that he found..
Soon a Butterfly came
& she seemed all amused..
so the bugs said "please tell us
what has you so confused..."
"You silly old bugs"
said the bold butterfly
I've hauled 200 aunts
on one 2 hour fly..
they always thank me
for their time in the sky
it's payment to bury
My wings when I die..

Connie Vanmatre/poetry

2008-09-17T15:47:00.001-07:00

Seeds....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

SEEDS.....

Once i awoke within a dream.
to find that peace had come.
All the world had freedom.
there was not one evil done.
Every war had ended,
and hunger was no more.
life had so much meaning,
when, it never did before.
Yet, I was the only one.
left upon this earth
for death had come to everyone,
who would not give peace birth
i saw about myself no sign
of modern mortal men
yet i remembered yesterday
and how the world had been.
I screamed a God to tell me why.
Oh why He did not hold
peace within the hearts of men,
treasured more than gold?
"it was then i heard a silent voice,
come from it seemed the sky
"if everything were perfect.
one would not need to try
there shall be the hungry ones
as well as those quite full
there shall be the loving hearts
as well as those quite cruel
there shall be the fortunate
as well as those in need
peace won't come till everyone
plants a peacefull seed.
it was then i asked the silent voice
to tell me one by one
where had been the peaceful seeds
to plant by everyone?
the voice became a whisper
then it quivered than it cried
search your heart and soul each day
for they are there inside
if everyone quite fortunate
helped out just one in need
the full would feed the hungry
but that's just one peaceful seed
i awoke from that dream to find ,
some follow some shall lead
but one thing that we all can do
is plant that peacefull seed.

connie vanmatre/photography

2008-09-17T15:44:00.001-07:00

Natures Sun...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Is there anything more Beautiful than a sunflower ? This was growing in my garden this year..

connie vanmatre/photography

2008-09-17T15:42:00.001-07:00

Making Time 038
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

sold....2006

2008-09-17T15:27:00.001-07:00

sold....2006
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

i loved this sculpture...was one of my favorites...she sold at the Backwoods Fest in Thornille Ohio in 2006....
she's hand made by me of paper mache pulp....around 11" high..holding white bird..

Time..

2008-09-17T06:03:00.001-07:00

Time..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

High on a hill
neith the late Autumn sun...
i look over the fields
of A Harvest now done.....
So quiet and peaceful
it seems on this day..
as blue skys & white clouds
take my breath away....
I feel there's a message
for me in the wind..
As Jack Frost sits anxious
For Autumn to end..
His friend Old Man Winter
will be soon moving in
Sweet Autumn has hung on
about as long as she can.
When i got up to leave
a thought came to mind..
that there's nothing as real
or dependable as time..

.connetta jean

The Intrusion...

2008-09-17T05:57:00.001-07:00

The Intrusion...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The old cabin door
stood open...
as if waiting
for my departure.
I've come to know
the old house
much too well..
sometimes
i feel welcome
other times not..
this was a time
i felt I was
intruding...
the first of Autumn
was touching
late summer trees..
summer was passing.
To know Autumn
is to believe
Winter's her lover..
for soon she will fall
into his grasp
their courtship is cold
and short....
first she must
redress the leaves
(green is not
a Autumn color...)
She will paint
Natures canvas
gold and red,
purple and orange...
& before she's done..
Trees will stand naked.
This late summer chill
made me feel
winter was here...
flurting with Autumn...
they've been lovers so long
time can predict them...
the old door open
said many things...
as i left i watched
autumns first leaves
dancing across
wooden floors...
I did not
close the door.

all pictures and poems posted by me are my own...

Autumns departure...

2008-09-17T05:54:00.001-07:00

Autumns departure...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Looking out the old window
I felt Autumn leaving..
the chill in the air
said may things.
Things will be changing.
Summer has gone
where seasons go..
spring is there
and soon
Autumn will join them.

connie vanmatre

WINTER WHISPERS....

2008-09-17T05:52:00.001-07:00

WINTER WHISPERS....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

October fades
into yesterday
& November bursts
through time,
like fog on
the early morning
river winds….
As Autumn dances
with jack frost
on cold
Winter whispers
of time…… …

poem and picture by connetta jean

Winters Window....

2008-09-17T05:50:00.001-07:00

Winters Window....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Memories dancing....

2008-09-16T18:55:00.001-07:00

Memories dancing....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Deep in the woods
down a narrow path
she waits for me..
(Her door is always open..)
even in daylight
shadows fall
on her wooden floors
seeming to dance....
a faint smell
of honeysuckle
and wild rose
enter through windows
on a gentle breeze.
she knows me well.
I visit her often.
I drink cold water
from her spring
in grandmas tea cups...
i light candles
and burn wood
in her fireplace...
As poems flow
from her old walls
like conversation..
one must listen close
to hear
memories dancing...

picture and poem by connie vanmatre

When Parents die...

2008-09-16T18:53:00.001-07:00

When Parents die...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

when parents die
some familys
grow apart...
things change.
those who would
not give up
their time
or money
are first in line
to inherit something..
they take more
they care less...
once it's over
often times
we find
they took more
than we knew..
I have seen
those who did nothing
end up with it all.
greed sets in.
they shy away
from the rest
( thinking they are better)
never thanking those
who did
the dirty work.
once parents die
the true self
of family
can not be hidden..

picture and poem by me...

Listen.....

2008-09-16T18:51:00.001-07:00

Listen.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

every morning..
monday through friday
a large van parks
along the tiny road
in the middle of no where...
Twelve people
dressed in reflective clothing
carring trash bags
come out of the van.
six go to the left
six go to the right
they walk the road
picking up trash..
(working off food stamps
and welfare money).
for mim. wage..
Locals drive by smiling
glad to see
their tax dollars at work,
making "jobs" for the poor.
On both sides of the road
are fields of farm land...
sounds of men
talking in spanish
can be heard in the wind..

all pictures and poems by connetta jean ( me)

To Be A Tree...

2008-09-16T18:49:00.001-07:00

To Be A Tree...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

I wish that God had given me
The peaceful life of a tree..
Without the worries of our time
To be a tree would suite me fine..
no job to do, no bills to pay
No worries of our day to day..
Just standing tall and making shade
Trees it seems have got it made.
So someday when my days here end
and God offers me to live on Earth again..
And asks me what i choose to be
I think I'll come back as a tree..
my friends will be the birds & bees
and all things that climb & live in trees..
I'll hang around and clean the air
Summer's dressed and winter's bare..
I'll sway and bend, dancing with the wind
If God let's me come back to earth again...
But nothing fancy need i be
Just a simple humble tree..

All poems and photos by Connetta Jean..
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Dancing with Butterfly's.....

2008-09-16T18:47:00.001-07:00

Dancing with Butterfly's.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

It was early September
a warm sunny day..
my five year old grandson
was busy at play..
when the back door burst open
and he came running in..
Saying "Grandma, oh, Grandma
the butterflies back again..."
Armed with my camera
and him with one too..
we both went chasing
butterlies ( there was 2)..
we laughed as we ran
all over the place...
Sticking our cameras
in their butterfly face...
with a smile on his lips
he sat on the ground..
said " Grandma I love
watching them dance around"...
I sat there a long time
as he danced with them too...
then he reached up & caught it
said "he's my gift to you"...
with his tiny hand reaching
to hand it to me..
i told him i'd rather
he set my present free.
He opened his fingers
& it seemed like a race....
as he and that butterfly
danced all over the place..

all poems and pictures posted by me are mine....

Grandmas cup with feather....

2008-09-16T18:41:00.001-07:00

Grandmas cup with feather....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

this picture has 4 generations in the image....my son bought me the rose bush for Mothers day...the yellow cup was the one Grandma drank her coffee in every morning..and my mom told us when she was dying 3 years ago now, to look for white feathers...when hubby brought me in the rose last night in grandmas cup..i had to try for a shot..problem is my good camera has a broken flash so i got it under a light...LOL....should of just used the old camera ....i used hubbys old high school yearbook from '69 for the backdrop....I'm in the book but i'm 2 grades behind him..

Paper mache on gourd....

2008-09-16T18:11:00.001-07:00

Paper mache on gourd....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Sold.....loved this sculpture..was a nice one.

If I could...

2008-09-04T17:31:00.001-07:00

If I could...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

If I could.....

If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If I could
I'd bring our soldiers home..
i would bring them safe and sound
home again on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home.

If i could
I'd make this world free
If i could
I'd make this world free
no cold and hungry children
no pain or poverty...
if i could
I'd make this world free.

If i could
i'd bring or soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them safe and sound
Home again, on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home..

If i could
i'd change nine one one
if i could
I'd change nine one one
I'd give anything to change
the damage that's been done
if i could
I'd change nine one one...

If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If i could
I'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them all safe and sound
home on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home

All poems and lyrics posted by me was written by me..connetta jean

Uploaded by Backroad Drifter on 3 Feb 07, 5.22PM MDT.

The Butterfly Dance...

2008-08-26T12:44:00.001-07:00

The Butterfly Dance...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

I'm sure we've all been
a wittness by chance..
To a butterfly doing
a Butterfly dance..
from flower to flower
they zip and they zoom
Tasting each flower
landing on every bloom..
they seem to be moving
to the sound of the wind
Dancing out summer
and dancing fall in ..

Old house on curve...

2008-05-11T05:03:00.001-07:00

Old house on curve...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Blessings....

2008-05-11T05:00:00.001-07:00

Blessings....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The Heart Of It All..

2008-03-15T10:36:00.001-07:00

The Heart Of It All..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Small Town,American Dreams..

2008-03-08T15:55:00.003-08:00

Small Town,American Dreams..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Small Town,American Dreams..

2008-03-08T15:55:00.001-08:00

Small Town,American Dreams..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Johnstown Ohio

2008-03-08T08:05:00.001-08:00

Johnstown Ohio
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Close To Home...

2008-02-12T12:49:00.001-08:00

Close To Home...
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Febuary is here...

2008-02-02T08:24:00.001-08:00

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2008-02-01T13:29:00.001-08:00

2-1-08 041
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2008-01-13T14:57:00.001-08:00

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Backroaddrifter 1_10_08 406

2008-01-12T11:59:00.001-08:00

Backroaddrifter 1_10_08 406
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2008-01-05T10:54:00.001-08:00

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Ohio ...

2008-01-04T09:52:00.001-08:00

Wednesday 020

2008-01-03T13:02:00.001-08:00

Wednesday 020
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The Lucky 7 House.....

2008-01-02T13:43:00.001-08:00

The Lucky 7 House.....
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Friendship

2008-01-01T14:11:00.001-08:00

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OhiO backroads..

2008-01-01T14:05:00.001-08:00

OHIO

2008-01-01T13:57:00.001-08:00

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OhiO backroads..

2007-12-31T07:00:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow starts a New Year!....

2007-12-31T06:54:00.000-08:00

visit my flickr site wit over 6,ooo pictures of the OhiO backroads
http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/

Welcome friends..

2007-12-05T15:34:00.000-08:00

to find over 200 poems with pictures, by me, Connetta Jean, please follow the link below..

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/sets/72157600007675832/

to see over 6,000 pictures of the Ohio backroads without chit chat..follow the link to my flickr site...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/

If you found me a stranger my you soon be my friend..

Is Anyone Out there???

2007-07-29T15:35:00.001-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/

New pic's...

2007-07-29T15:32:00.000-07:00

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Does anyone ever find these blogs???

2007-07-29T15:28:00.001-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/

Backroads Are Great Roads...

2007-07-29T14:47:00.000-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/page8/

Goodbye July......

2007-07-29T14:44:00.000-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/page8/

Trust....

2007-07-16T15:22:00.001-07:00

The old cabin door
stood open...
as if waiting
for my departure.
I've come to know
the old house
much too well..
sometimes i feel welcome
other times not..
this was a time
i felt intruding...
the first of Autumn
was touching the trees..
summer was passing.
To know Autumn is to believe
Winter's her lover..
for soon she will fall
into his grasp.
first she must
redress the green
she feels must go..
painting the leaves scarlet
gold and red,
purple and orange...
showing her promice
of bringing winters touch...
before she's none..
all will stand naked.
This late summer chill
made me feel
winter was here...
flurting with Autumn...
they've been lovers so long
time can predict them...
the old door open
said many things...
as i left i watched
autumns first leaves
dancing across
wooden floors...
I did not
close the door.

rays....

2007-07-16T15:05:00.000-07:00

while walking along the path
i saw what seemed
to be spirits dancing...
light flowed from the sky
shadows formed
light lingered as if
to say hello...
i have been told
when lightrays
fall before us
Loved ones are there...
The light this day
cast many rays...
i saw them all....

Ohio.....

2007-07-16T14:51:00.000-07:00

Out to pasture

2007-07-16T14:40:00.000-07:00

Out to pasture.....

2007-07-16T14:28:00.000-07:00

Ohio sunset 7-14-07

2007-07-16T14:18:00.000-07:00

Near To Amish Country

2006-11-22T18:48:00.000-08:00

On the road to Nashivlle Ohio

2006-11-22T18:08:00.000-08:00

The Boat.....

2006-10-30T11:59:00.000-08:00

Even More Autumn Pic's

2006-10-23T10:21:00.000-07:00

Looking through windows of old almost gone buildings seem to call out to me...seeing the picture before me that someone else saw so many times....in years long past and forgotten.

I don't know if I ever tire of Autumn pictures...they are a painters dream..If i could paint landscapes ..I'd paint Autumn in all Her splendor....but since I can't paint my camera will have to be my canvas....

More Autumn Pic's

2006-10-23T09:25:00.000-07:00

Autumn never seems to hang around long in Ohio...just a few weeks and she's gone..

Backroad Pics

2006-10-23T08:58:00.000-07:00

I love how Autumn starts off with bright yellows and Golds then turns to amber .pinks and reds...then reds and browns....it's a cycle...

WELCOME FRIENDS....

2006-07-23T11:45:00.000-07:00

This blog is dedicated to the ohio backroads...All pictures was taken by me..Connetta Jean with a Kodak Easy Share Camera. To visit my website go to www.sculpturesbyconnetta.com
to go to my River Rat Blog click on http://riverrat.blogstream.com
to see over 100 barn pic's go to http://conniesbarns.blogspot.com
Please remember to click on the pictures of this blog to see a larger and clearer picture.
Thanks for stopping by
Connetta Jean
You can e-mail me with any questions or comments at Connettajean@yahoo.com

2006-03-04T16:12:00.000-08:00

sunset tonight

2006-03-04T16:11:00.000-08:00

tonight

2006-03-04T16:10:00.001-08:00

tonight

2006-03-04T16:10:00.000-08:00

tonights sunset

2006-03-04T13:56:00.000-08:00

bukeeye Lake

2006-03-04T13:55:00.000-08:00

through the trees

2006-03-04T13:53:00.000-08:00

old church or school

2006-03-04T13:52:00.000-08:00

older church

2006-03-04T13:50:00.000-08:00

loved this big old barn

2006-03-04T13:47:00.000-08:00

near Somerset Rt 22

2006-03-04T13:46:00.000-08:00

near to Somerset Ohio