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Daily Photos for Tuesday
“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams
Up on the Tree Top
Up the tree top
With a skip and a hop
Down below was a flop
So I made this swap
And I’m not going to stop
Until I reach the highest spot
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Daily Photos for Tuesday
“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams
Walking Away
Walking Away
My back turned
Hope not to stray
And get burned
Future ahead
This I have learned
Posted in Mundane Monday #64
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“We’re horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We’re the ninjas of the mundane, you might say” Andy Partridge
Hard Times for Mundane Monday
“Hard Times”
The wall stated
“Living on dimes!”
Sighing frustrated
Sign of the times?
Only cheap wines
Walking the thin line
Avoiding the mines
Remembering,
The good old times
And as long as this rhymes
I will be feeling just fine
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Photography /Poetry /Humour
White and Blue for Daily Photo
“Blue jeans, white shirt, I’ll be like James Dean” Gun Roswell
White with some Blue
Pretty, blooming and white
Against the sun’s bright
Sitting on the branch
Like patrons in a cafe in France
Cool against the blue
As I forgot to stir the stew
All this pretty
Is making me giddy
So let’s form a committee
And choose a new city
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White and Blue for Daily Photo
“Blue jeans, white shirt, I’ll be like James Dean” Gun Roswell
White with Rays of the Sun
The time is turning
The sun is burning
The bees are swarming
The flowers are performing
It is the time for learning
And forgetting the yearning
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Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A bee is never as busy as it seems; it’s just that it can’t buzz any slower” Kin Hubbard
Busy as a Bee for Daily Photo
I’m a busy little bee
With no intention to flee
If you won’t stop that clicking
Then surely, sting I will thee!
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Modern Times
Oh, how time flies
In front of our very eyes
Running around makes none the wise
So, just take a seat, relax, fill your supplies
There is no resistance
For these modern times
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Empty Seats
Finally, the storm has passed
The remaining overcast
Will not for long last
Moving on, is our goal
After all, it is good for our soul
And faster and faster, we stroll
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
When it Rains…
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
Rantings Of A Third Kind 