Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You Don’t Need A Big One To Be Happy!”
Mini Cooper (Daily Photo)
Baby I can drive my car?
Guess I will be going far?
I’m not going to be a star
But I like playing a guitar
Oh and driving my car,
My Mini Cooper car!
Beep, beep, beep – Yeah!
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“I started a Shrove Tuesday and then by Ash Wednesday something had happened and I had a bottle of beer” Mick McCarthy
Shrove Tuesday (Daily Photo)
Shrove Tuesday (known in some countries as Pancake Tuesday or Pancake day) is a day in February or March preceding Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent), which is celebrated in some countries by consuming pancakes. In others, especially those where it is called Mardi Gras or some translation thereof, this is a carnival day, and also the last day of “fat eating” or “gorging” before the fasting period of Lent.
In Finland, Shrovetide took on a new meaning after the Reformation started by the German Martin Luther (1483-1546) from ca 1520 on. In the rural calendar, it marked the date by which many springtime tasks and duties, like spinning etc, should be brought to conclusion.
Nowadays Shrovetide is more of a secular festival season, a time for winter sport enthusiasts as well as for feasts of fatty foods, although the Lenten fasting ritual is not practiced among the Finnish Evangelical-Lutheran Church.
On Shrove Tuesday, children in many kindergartens and schools are taken to spend the day tobogganing, ice skating or cross-country or downhill skiing.
Popular Finnish Shrovetide desserts are Shrove buns, almond paste and whipped cream-filled sweet buns, which you will find sold in every bakery and store at Shrovetide, and Finnish oven-baked pancake served with jam. In Finland, the habit of eating Shrove buns can be dated back to the 17th century, but this tradition is even older in Sweden, where it originally came from.
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“98% of what gets built today is shit” – Frank Gehry
Buildings At Dusk (Daily Photo)
Tall buildings
Simple,
Without gilding
Built from glass
Possibly to last
Piercing the nightly sky
Lit up pretty
And aiming high
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“When it rains, it pours”
Rainy Suburbia (Daily Photo)
“Welcome to sunny suburbia!”
They said
“Stay a while, take a load off”
They said
“It’s pretty and white, the sun shining so bright!”
They said
“Bah Humbug!”
I said
Sounded more, like a tall tale
Or urban a legend, set to fail!
As the rain came pouring down
And not a single dry spot could be found
I felt like the sideshow clown
On my face, an permanent painted frown
“Oh, well, when in Rome…”
I thought
Sitting in my recliner
Cozy, lazy and bundled up
Sipping on my warm cider
I held up my cup
Saluted towards the window
For all the daring weirdos
Coming out from their hides
And venturing to cold outside
And I said:
“Cheers!”
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue” Robert Southey
Blue (Daily Photo)
Blue, bluer, bluest
The moment before darkness
The frozen sea silent
A single light on the island
Soon the night will fall
And into deep slumber
We are all called
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“A healthy breakfast might keep you until lunch!”
Breakfast (Daily Photo)
Coffee with milk
With a taste of silk
Cookies made of oats
Into your mouth floats
Better take some notes
A healthy breakfast
Longer will last
At least until
It is time for lunch!
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)
Let the Rantings continue!!!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
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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