Posted in Daily Photo
Photography & Poetry
“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea” Isak Dinesen
Seaside (Daily Photo)
Midday sun
High in the sky
Expecting lots of fun
When learning to fly
Daily Archives: April 24, 2016
Panorama (SL-WEEK) Four
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Panorama
Photography / Poetry
“You know what an illusion is? On this planet, one small cloud has the ability to block the entire sun.”
― J.R. Rim
Panorama
Sunset, in the horizon
Most, mesmerizing
Panorama (SL-WEEK) Three
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Panorama
Photography / Poetry
“Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday.” ― Pradeepa Pandiyan
Panorama
By the seaside
The strand so wide
An evening ride
With a stern stride
Panorama (SL-WEEK) Two
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Panorama
Photography / Poetry
A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books – storms and zephyrs” Anatole Broyard
Panorama
Through the peep hole
The hidden cove
A real treasure trove
My poor little heart stole
Panorama (SL-WEEK) One
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Panorama
Photography / Poetry
“The mind should turn into a serene and stormless lake, where is reflected the complete panorama of the starry sky” Samael Aun Weor
Panorama
The beckoning turquoise
Water’s surface flawless
Diving in like a tortoise
7 Days of Nature Photo Challenge: Day Seven
Posted in 7 Days of Nature Photo Challenge: Day Seven
Photography & Poetry
“I think the concept of the sea is very important” Alejandro Amenabar
7 Days of Nature Photo Challenge: Day Seven
Sunrise in the warmest of hue
Reflected against the coolest of blue
Another day begins anew
Night on the Bench
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I must go in. The fog is rising” EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON
Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
A Bench to Sit on
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
Rantings Of A Third Kind 