Ax and Coffee Mug

My father taught me how to carry an ax through the woods.
Mother taught me how to carry a cup of hot coffee across the kitchen.

One skill I use every day; the other, a handful of times each year.

I’d feel lost without either one.

Sometimes I feel lost without them.

But I know how to carry my ax, and my coffee never spills.

Rob C.
11-20-13

[Rob Crosby]

p.s. boiling hot coffee on ice cold morning. I was hoping for steam rising from the comp, but the wind was a little too much. May try a retake some cold morning when there's no breeze.

[Tremerryn]

A great composition and sentiments - made me think of my parents

[Shirley Banford]

Great composition Rob. I love the pop of red.

[Rob Crosby]

@tremerryn @sabanford
Thanks!

[Al Perry]

Great shot and love the splash of red.

[Rob Crosby]

@hollandcrew
Thanks, Al! Always good to hear from you.

[❀ Lynn]

Wonderful composition of this Rob...sometimes it's the little things, eh.

[Rob Crosby]

@lynnb Indeed! Thanks for the kind words.

[carol white]

Great composition,and words!!

[Rob Crosby]

@carolmw
Thanks, Carol!

[Denise]

Such a nicely composed scene for the season. Well done.

[Carys]

Beautiful caption and shot :)

[Rob Crosby]

@denisedaly @carys
Denise and Cary,
Thanks!