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Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Thorns by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Thorns of plenty
Maybe even deadly
Someone call Wendy
She’ll be,
Green with envy
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Sweets by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Sweets by the double
Please call Hubble
Because I am in trouble
Please,
Someone burst this bubble!
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry /Song /Humour
Day Nine: “Double” — Rotate Your Image
Your twin sisters. Your neighbor’s two poodles. Your vision during a dizzy spell. Your doppelgänger. Double can be interpreted in many ways.
Two for the Double (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“I think I am seeing… double!!!”
Swans by the Double
What do I spy
With my own little eye?
Gliding on the waters
No, not sea-otters
Oh, my ears are ringing
Because
Two swans a singing
And a fly
In an apple tree
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
End of Stairs
If you follow the walker
To the end of the stairs
With a hop and skip
Your toes you may dip
Unrestricted
At the edge of the pier
Into a cooling liquid
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
Hand Rail
Hold on for your life
To the hand rail
Said the old wife
God forbid you to fail
You may end up
In dismay
Down the ledge
To the very edge
Of the dark waters
For the waves slaughter
Posted in WordPress Course: Developing Your Eye II
Photography /Poetry
Day Eight: “Edge” — Straighten Your Image
At Ta Prohm, the jungle temple in the Angkor Wat complex in Cambodia, centuries-old carvings have fallen victim to time and tree roots. In some areas, walls still stand, their intact windows creating frames and portals. The solid, straight edges of the windows are a stark contrast to the stones that have tumbled down over time.
Close to the Edge (WP Developing Your Eye II)
“Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha”
– Grandmaster Flash – The Message
Water’s Edge
Follow the narrow street
To the water’s edge will it lead
You might catch a glimpse
Of the flowing fleet
Or even for this season
Catch of the day is shrimp
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry
“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
Full Moon for Daily Photo
Full moon on a July’s night
Looming above, like a round kite
The whole court yard alight
From it’s shining bright might
The air quiet and lite
Nature preparing, for a midnight’s rite
Running outside, in delight
Like a moon child, ready for flight
Rantings Of A Third Kind 