Posted in Daily Photo
“If you’re not bringing anything to the table,
give up your seat”
Snow Days
Looking for my favourite spot
The one I prefer for break times
Buried under snow it seems
Workings of a wintry plot!
Snow aside,
I really don’t mind
Sitting down for a few
Enjoying the silent view
Before the evening
Sun sets
Posted in Seat Sunday
“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere”
Seat by the Seashore
The sun is shining
The birds are flying
The air is frozen
This spot I’ve chosen
A seat in the sun
Posted in Seat Sunday
“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere”
Seat by the Seashore
The sun’s shadows of tall
Cast on to the stone wall
Enjoying a moment of silence
In an instant quite timeless
Loosing all defiance
On this frozen
Snow covered bench
Posted in Seat Sunday
“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere”
Seat by the Seashore
The sea is frozen
So don’t dip your toes in
Unless you are a dare devil
Meanwhile,
Enjoy the scenery
On a bench near the sea
Posted in Daily Photo
“Feeling a little blue in January is normal”
Marilu Henner
January in Black and White
No sense in wasting colour
It won’t get any better or duller
The nature all in monochrome
Like after a white paint bomb
Posted in Daily Photo
“Feeling a little blue in January is normal”
Marilu Henner
January in Black and White
Window view
With a greyish hue
The night is falling
Bed, calling
Time to turn in
Posted in Daily Photo
“Feeling a little blue in January is normal”
Marilu Henner
January in Black and White
Wind a howling
Snow a falling
Inside, I am stalling
I do not want to go outside!
But where, can I hide?
Posted in the “Simply” series
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same”
Carlos Santana
Simply Sunset
Posted in the “Simply” series
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day,
and they’re absolutely free.
Don’t miss so many of them.”
― Jo Walton
Simply Sunset
Posted in Daily Photo
“Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough”
Earl Wilson
January Snow Storm
What to do, what to do?
Nothing, but cry into a tissue
The other option, is to move
Where you ask?
Maybe to Peru,
Or where ever the birds flew?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 