Posted in A Quote a Week Tuesday
“This is my favourite kind of art” Gun Roswell
Quote a Week Tuesday, 2016-01-26
For this week’s quote, I have chosen one from the late and great Andy Warhol. This is something all of us, trying to “create art”, can easily relate to:
“Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it is good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.” Andy Warhol
Posted in the series Sightseeing and Walkabout
Photography, Poetry, Travel, Humour
“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City (Sightseeing and Walkabout) Two
Welcome to Hell-sinki!
Posted in the series Sightseeing and Walkabout
Photography, Poetry, Travel, Humour
“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”
A Trip To Helsinki City (Sightseeing and Walkabout) One
Helsinki, the little town in the middle of nowhere, called Finland. You may have heard of it?
The place where all Finns dress in jumpsuits all year long and polar bears roam the streets. Penguins and other arctic dwellers are as familiar house pets as a cat or a dog. These Finns talk in funny accents and drink lots of coffee. They drive like nuts, because rally is in their bloods. They sit naked in the middle of freezing cold in a lake or a pond. In return, they have this dark small lodge, called the Sauna, where they sit naked in a hundred degree heat. Then later in July, when the sun comes out once a year, the complain about a twenty degree heat.
Yes, you know who they are! Welcome to Hell-sinki!
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale & Photography
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday? (Daily Photo) Two
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale & Photography
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday? (Daily Photo) One
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
It’s six o’clock already, but I need to drive steady. The roads are iced and if I drive too fast, I will get sliced. As usual, after the weekend, Monday follows and so does the mania and the panic. Rushing here and rushing there. A never ending story of this writer’s life. Or does it apply to everyone?
Just when I thought it was safe to say, it’s going to be a peaceful day, all hell breaks loose. So who cooked the goose this time? All was fine, for a moment at least, but someone unleashed the beast. And yet again, another fire to fight! Ah this poor girl’s plight.
Several hours later, when once again, I have turned into a hater, of Mondays, the sun has come out to play! I’m secretely hoping it is here to stay! I rush out, leaving my gloves and coat behind. Never mind! The air is much warmer now. After all, only minus degrees of two, so what have I got to loose!
Reaching the seashore, the sunrise to score. Enjoying a few seconds, because the sun beckoned and then… it hits me. The coldest of winds, blowing in my face. Oh how I really hate… Winter! GRRRR.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
