Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it” Ernest Holmes
Mirror Mirror
I feel pretty
And so witty
I am slender
Yet curvy
Guess my gender?
It’s green
Posted in Tale and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday
“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”
MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #44
“My little pretty red gloves bring me joy and warmth; after all it is winter!” Gun Roswell
Red Gloves (Mundane Monday 2016-02-01)
“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 the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“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 (Daily Photo) Three
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“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 (Daily Photo) Three
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“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 (Daily Photo) Two
Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“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 (Daily Photo) One
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 Around the World in Photographs
Travel, Photography, Poetry
“A great way to learn about your country is to leave it.” Henry Rollins
Travel in London, Rhodes, Verbania and Helsinki
Travelling through foreign lands reminds me of travelling through times. The history present no matter where you go. Ancient buildings and monuments, whispering their secrets of ages past, reminding us, we are not here to last.
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Enjoy!
Posted in Around the World in Photographs
Travel, Photography, Poetry
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”Anita Desai
Welcome to Hell-sinki!

Welcome to up North
Where the polar bears roam…
No wait! Wrong intro! Let’s try again…
Welcome, to the city that never sleeps
Well, actually, we like to go to bed really early….
Ok, one more time:
Welcome to Helsinki!
A quaint little town up North
I am sure you will enjoy!
That’s it?
Yes, what’s wrong?
Nothing, sounds a little dull…
Well, let’s let the travellers decide!