Posted in Daily Photo
“I’m Mr. Plow and I’m here to say,
I’m the plowingest guy in the USA.
I got a big plow and I move a lot of things,
just like your cow if you have one!”
Homer Simpson
Mr Plow
When you are in trouble
And it’s snowing full throttle
No need to struggle
Just call on the double
Mr Plow
Here is how
Feel the wow
Before you raise
An eyebrow
All gone is
The snow
Mr Plow
Posted in Daily Photo
“A railroad station?
That was sort of a primitive airport,
only you didn’t have to take a cab
20 miles out of town to reach it.”
Russell Baker
En route
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy
Early morning in
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero
Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few
A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far
Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!
Posted in Daily Photo
“My little pretty red gloves
bring me joy and warmth;
after all it is winter!”
Gun Roswell
Red Gloves
“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and puff.
Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.
It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.
But those damn mittens! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a shovel.
She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending mittens from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.
Once again, she was happy in her gorgeous red mittens.
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker
En route by Train
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker
En route by Train
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker
En route by Train
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker
En route by Train
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy
Early morning in January
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero
Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few
A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far
Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays” Douglas Adams
Thursday for Daily Photo
On the sixteenth floor
A painted tableau
With a great view
Don’t forget the fondue
Because you just scored!
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays” Douglas Adams
Thursday for Daily Photo
Greeted by monochrome
A foggy visual in monotone
Water’s surface windblown
Someone give me a phone
This image needs to be known
Or my name isn’t Stone
(Well, it’s not, is it! But this is rhyme after all!)
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays” Douglas Adams
Thursday for Daily Photo
Traffic
Don’t panic
It’s just
Another manic
Thursday?
“Wait a minute, I thought it was ‘Manic Monday’?”
“Nope, this time, we are calling Thursday that.”
“I see…”
“Really? I am just waiting for Friday here!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 