Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Lanzarote
The grumpy old lady
She ain’t none too shady
Even, when close to eighty
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
Pallas Athene with a spear
In full gear
To face all wars without fear
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
Naked, with a lyre
Oh, there’s no fooling ya!
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
A lady made of marble
What an ancient marvel
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
Two, standing tall
The one, very small
Statues
Of different statures
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
The world resting on one’s shoulders
Just get a good grip and try to hold it there
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
The Charioteer of Delphi
Would suite nicely, for a selfie
Posted in Photography 101: Landscape & Cropping (Day Fifteen)
“Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance. Charles Lindbergh
Home and Far Away (Photography 101)
Acropolis, Athens, Greece
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“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
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“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 