Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it” Ansel Adams
World Wide Wednesday in Greece in Black and White
Street Warriors
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it” Ansel Adams
World Wide Wednesday in Greece in Black and White
Travelling around the island
In the colours of black and white
What could be more inspiring
Or feeling more right
From dawn till dusk
Without any effort or fuss
Just hop on a bus
Tour around the island is must
City Life /Harbour
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!
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
Posted in TBT
Posted in the Daily Post: Future
Photography & Poetry

“Remember, as far as everyone knows, we are a nice, normal family!”
Ode to My Family
Can’t live with them
Can’t live with them
That is really all that can be said
Rather than whining, I wrote this ode instead
I would like to put them in a box
And take them out when ever needed
But there is a warning to be headed
They really are quite crazy
Maybe a little hazy
And cunning like the fox
The may not be my kind of crazy
But they are still family
Even though scattered all over
Like a five leaf clover
I still have the luxury
Maybe even compulsory
To keep in touch with them
Thank Goodness for such gems
As Instagram and Facebook
Now we are all hooked
So without resistance
Lets enjoy the distance
No just kidding
I love you guys!