Posted in the Daily Post: Chaos
Challenges, Photography, Poetry and Humour
“The task of art today is to bring chaos into order”
Theodor Adorno
Chaos for the Daily Post
Call it an organized chaos
In a shopper’s daily pathos
It may be as colourful as Legos
But they come without any egos
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Ready for my close-up
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Red and green
Pretty as a Christmas tree!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Traffic jam…
and all piled up!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
And fewer remain…
Before autumns end
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Home turf
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Leaves, leaves, leaves
Everywhere in heaps
It’s giving me the creeps
Sometimes even grieves
Just have to roll up my sleeves
Crank up my believes
And just blow them all away
Hopefully, before they’re here to stay
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
One…
And a few more…
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Moped
“When I turn ninety,
I will drive a moped”
At twenty I playfully joked
But little did I know then
And, that you should never say when,
And, that by the age of fifty
A scooter painted pink
Would come in nifty!
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Scooter
“Faster, harder, scooter!”
No, this is not a blooper
And trying not to be a party pooper
But,
This is a vehicle, not a German band
I state, as I here stand
Rantings Of A Third Kind 