Posted in Favourite Photos (Weekly Serial)
Photography, Travel
Part Two
Espoo springtime flora in the bloom; colours with red, white and green.
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Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”
Throwback Thursday 2016-02-04
Each Thursday we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer (Repost for TBT)
Ode to my Wellingtons (Repost for TBT)
Glass Half Full or Half Empty (Repost for TBT)
Laughing My Ass Off (Repost for TBT)
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Even the gods love jokes” Plato
Laughing My Ass Off
I heard a few jokes
Then I broke
Hard in laughter
Listening to them rants
Almost peeing my pants
I fell on the floor
Tears on the pour
Laughing so hard
Out loud without guard
My ass falling off
Starting to cough
Getting more hysterical
Surely a big error of clerical
Cracking up completely
It wasn’t discreetly
Ultimately dying
From shear laughter
Couldn’t be more dafter
Not worth the crying
It was a good ride
And well worth the while
Now here I am
Tweeting
From top of the cloud
A greeting
And still laughing
Out loud
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“If we talk about the glass being half empty or half full, I want to know what does the glass look like from underneath the table?” Brad Thor
Glass Half Full or Half Empty
If you are a pessimist
It is not a pop quiz
Rather a simple truth
You don’t need to be a sleuth
The glass always half empty
Even if drinking plenty
Of Chablis
Oh what a bliss
Being an optimist
No need for an alchemist
The resources plentiful
And the glass always being
At least half full
Even without seeing
Somehow filling
With liquid most thrilling
Mind the realist
The idealist
Always the party animal
Nothing ever minimal
Fun, life or liquid
And will not quit
When served fast
A free glass
What you really need to know
Without a doubt or a show
Is that the secret
To never forget
To say, yes please
Because very easy
Not missing a syllable
The glass is refillable
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“I may be an optimist, but I always pack my wellies”
Ode to my Wellingtons
You beautiful lovelies
My sweet red Wellingtons
Luckily I wasn’t swayed
By those tempting sandals
I would have been betrayed
When the rain came pouring down
Hopeless without my crown
Puddles all over the ground
No safe harbour to be found
Taking a small step
Anticipating the get wet
But to my surprise
You saved my life!
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“At least there is no snow on the ground” Gun Roswell
Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer
Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember
So what really happened:
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional”
Growing Up?
Growing up?
Such a pain in the ass
Can’t I just pass?
Fifty knocking at the door
Oh what a bore
The golden middle age
The wisdom of a sage
But feeling closer to nineteen
Like the proverbial prom queen
Act your age
Usually the phrase
Leaving me wondering
Who are you mothering
I’m not a child
Even though wild
Growing up?
What’s the point
Not even a joint
Or a few
Can cheer you
If you can’t have fun
On the play ground
Beyond fifty one
Posted in Humour, Daily Incidents, Poetry
“Good things come in small sizes”
Ode to My Little Car
It was a tiny little thing
Not the prettiest of the lot
The name had a soft ring
Almost like a plot
Fiesta…
Siesta…
Round and round in paces
Could see the look on others faces
‘Surely that is not the car to buy’
‘To her money she would kiss goodbye’
Trying it on for size I did
Smiling like a little kid
Spite what others may have though
This car was surely bought
It wasn’t quite what expected
Less is not more, had to respect it
Tempted by a car with muscle
The salesman tried to hustle
Something made me turn to look
The little car had gotten me hooked
Back and forth I went
Trying not to get bent
It was calling me I could hear
Trying hard not to get near
But
Fear not
Reason won in the end
After all
The muscle car was too tall
And lets face it
I got hitched
The tiny car was kin
All is well in the end
Lesson learned: Think big, buy small!
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in Fav Foto Friday
“The only photograph I regret, is the one I did not take”
Favourite Photo Friday: 2015 Photo Breakdown: Rhodes, Greece
In this post, a fun in the sun type week in the beautiful and warm island of Rhodes, Greece.