Humour
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Poetry /Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Like cats and dogs they say,
When the two mixed are at play”
Caturday: Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
Trust me,” Said Mr. Diesel
“This is not a work of a weasel,
But a real game
To light up the flames”
“Yes, the money is also very real,”
Retorted the Vänster
“And we are playing for keeps
Hope you have nothing against it!”
Continued in part four…
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Poetry /Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Like cats and dogs they say,
When the two mixed are at play”
Caturday: Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
“I was just wondering
Out loud to myself pondering
With eyes smoldering
Because of this thick fog
As you two, a cat and a dog
Are creating all this smoke
Maybe I’m in the middle of a joke
Played for pun
Just for someone’s fun”
Continued in part three…
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Poetry /Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Like cats and dogs they say,
When the two mixed are at play”
Caturday: Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
Mr Diesel and Vänster the Cat
Caught, playing a game of blackjack
“What are you looking at”
The two caught in the act
Stated out like a matter of fact
Continued in part two…
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Autumn Days for Daily Photo
“There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.”
Rudolfo Anaya
In a Coloured Box
Coloured with crayons
Not intended to last long
A bright dot
In a mundane spot
One box of colour
Maybe more will follow?
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Autumn Days for Daily Photo
“There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.”
Rudolfo Anaya
At Work
“Men at work”
The sign proudly said
But, maybe
They should have invited
Some ladies there instead!
Posted in Favourite Foto Friday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Kos Island Part 4
“People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.”
– Dagobert D. Runes
Kardamena Village; here we come!
As we arrived in the quaint little fishing village, we were greeted by the hustle and bustle of the villagers and tourists alike. Many a shops selling products from near and far. Knickknacks and touristy stuff among local produce, such as sponges and luffas. Wine and Olive Oil but also fine jewelry.
After a busy morning spent in the shops, lunch in the many restaurants by the beach boulevard was a welcome break. After a heavy duty fish related meal, ice coffee with small sugary pasties and then back on the road for a little sightseeing before heading back.
All and all, a day well spent, with plenty of memories accumulated in forms of tale and picture snaps! Definitely something to “instagram” back home 😉
Posted in Favourite Foto Friday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Kos Island Part 4
“People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.” – Dagobert D. Runes
Kardamena Village; here we come!
“Good morning campers!
Today we have a special trip booked just for you!”
“Where are we going?”
“Our ship is set to sail, towards the Kos Island and namely, the village of Kardamena.
So hold on to your hats and let the winds be on our backs!”
“Never been there!”
“Me neither: hope they have some coffee there, because I just managed one cup at breakfast!”
“Sure they do: There are many many wonderful cafes by the seashore!”
Posted in the Daily Post: Nostalgia
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Feeling Nostalgic for the Daily Post
“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”
― Ally Condie, Matched
Fisherman
Fisherman keeps fishing
The water’s depth dishing
Not a moment of the day missing
When he keeps on fishing
Posted in the Daily Post: Nostalgia
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Feeling Nostalgic for the Daily Post
“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”
― Ally Condie, Matched
Winter Cottage
Buried deep in snow
When the hard winds blow
Life going very slow
Time quicker will not flow
Then all you can say is:
“Doh!”
Posted in the Daily Post: Nostalgia
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Feeling Nostalgic for the Daily Post
“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”
― Ally Condie, Matched
Garden Memories
A cliché shot
Is what I got
From the summer this year
Remembering, now that winter is near
Wishing it was summer
But oh bummer
We still have several months
So just enjoy the scones
And something warm to drink
Let the memories sink
And sooner than later
The image from paper
Will turn to reality!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 