Posted in Daily Photo
“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing
Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!
Posted in Daily Photo
“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, humour, travel, tales and things that nature!
“Snow and then some!”
Uphill Battle
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a chill
Posted in Daily Photo
“Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs” Ansel Adams
Daily Photos (2016-04-11)
Remembering Winter
Posted in Photography 101: Home (Day One)
“Home is where the heart is?”
Sunrise over Suburbia
The yellow sunrise above the rooftops
Residents slowly leaving for their jobs
When the last of them away have run
And silence has taken over the fun
Another week in Suburbia has begun
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Song, Humour & Photography
(2016-03-07)
“Snow and then some!”
Uphill Battle (Daily Photo)
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a chill
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“March, when days are getting long,
Let thy growing hours be strong
To set right some wintry wrong.”
~Caroline May, 1887
Blue and White
Blue skies and snowy white waters
The sun burning ever more hotter
To bring the winter to its slaughter
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“March, when days are getting long,
Let thy growing hours be strong
To set right some wintry wrong.”
~Caroline May, 1887
Blue Shadows
The March sun high up in the sky
Painting tall shadows with a blue dye
Across the snowy bed letting them lie
Rantings Of A Third Kind 