October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Three
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part Two
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“What could be more exciting than an October day? It’s your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” Peggy Toney Horton
October, Rocktober, Sobtober? Part One
Little if no sunlight
Feeling the urge of flight
Looking through windows
Outside tall shadows
Cold weather gracing us
With minus degrees Celsius
Colours quickly a fading
The nature slowly graying
October or sobbtober
Surely nothing to rock over
You followed September
Surely, a month to remember
But, as life always has a twist
Therefore I must insist
This time, this October
Was truly a rocktober
With sunshine in abundance
And colours of substance
So far nothing to complain about
No time for doubt or pout
Both spirit and camera uplifted
With feelings of being gifted
With a beautiful October
In honour of Caturday, for all Cats
“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud
Caturday 2015-10-10
Happy with my kitty
So I wrote this little ditty
Why don’t you sing along
To the tune of this familiar song
Soft kitty, warm kitty
Purring on my lap
Sleepy kitty, happy kitty
Why don’t I too take a nap
My little ball of fur
Listening to you purr
Life is kind of a blur
But this is how I prefer
Poetry and Photography
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” George R.R. Martin
Friday, Sunset in Suburbia, Prequel
Waiting, impatiently
Holding my position
By the window
Nothing moves
No other sounds heard
But the clicking
Of my camera
Rehearsing for
The main event
I am fully prepared
For the sunset…
Rantings Of A Third Kind 