Posted in Seasonal
Poetry, Photography, Humour
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In response to Camera Lucida, Winter Mornings
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Winter Morning
Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows
The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found
The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine
Poetry and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday
“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”
MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #40
“I believe you can make forces of good and evil work for you, to get what you want” GG Allin
Good vs. Evil?
They say it is good for you
Healthy type of food
You must eat it
Possibly, even enjoy it
But who can really resist
The tempting siren song
Of the sugary spawn
Of a glazed donught
They said not to touch
But I really wanted it so much
Sneaking it out
In a hankerchief no less
I must confess
I ate the whole thing
With one big bite
Just out of spite
I really, really enjoyed it
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The magical way the wintertime warms you up is through its frozen beauties!” Mehmet Murat ildan
Blue Moment, Daily Photo (2016-01-04)
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
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Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 03-01-2016)
“When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family’s car at the drive-in” Forest Whitaker
Sunny Side of the Bench
On the sunny side of the bench
No option of getting drenched
Enjoying the long, warming rays
In these unworried and lazy days
Before the days are done
Soaking in the healing sun
With closed eyes this moment
Like an image in my mind burnt
Rantings Of A Third Kind 