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Posted in Mundane Monday #57
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday
“As far as my favorite sites, I do a lot of mundane stuff on line because I travel so much” Bruce Campbell
Peep Hole
Nightfall, across the horizon
The view mesmerizing
Even through a tiny peep hole
They call a window
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Window Shopping
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Panorama
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Underground
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Museums
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Telephone Booths
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Doorways
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Street Life
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood
World Wide Wednesday in London
Going out for Fish and Chips
Maybe viewing a solar eclipse
Or shopping for model toys
Even looking for the real McCoys
London is the place to be
With so many things to see
After a busy day on the streets
Walking, biking or on the bus
Step into the local pub
Lift up your feet
Relax without a fight
And enjoy the night
Pub Life
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 