Posted in the “Simply” series
“Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep”
Astrid Alauda
Simply… Misty Road
Tag Archives: street lights
Simply… Street Lights (one)
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“But even now,
when people see me in the street,
they point upwards to the sky”
Barry Gibb
Simply… Street Lights
Simply… Street Lights (two)
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“I live on a one-way street that’s also a dead end.
I’m not sure how I got there”
Steven Wright
Simply… Street Lights
Simply… Painted Sky (one)
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“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky”
Rabindranath Tagore
Simply… Painted Sky
Simply… Painted Sky (four)
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“Go forth under the open sky,
and list to Nature’s teachings”
William C. Bryant
Simply… Painted Sky
Simply… Painted Sky (two)
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“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Simply… Painted Sky
Simply… Painted Sky (three)
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“We have chased away the clouds,
the sky is all ‘rose.'”
Francois Hollande
Simply… Painted Sky
CAMERA LUCIDA – METAL
Posted in week #12 of Camera Lucida Photo Challenge, Metal
“a solid material which is typically hard, shiny, malleable, fusible, and ductile, with good electrical and thermal conductivity (e.g. iron, gold, silver, and aluminium, and alloys such as steel).
broken stone for use in road-making.
“the work also involves dealing with rock aggregates for potential use as suitable road metal”
“I have metal in my body, so every time I go to an airport, the metal detector goes off” Jesse Ventura
‘CAMERA LUCIDA’ – METAL
Silver, copper, rust
Maybe even a little dust
Streetlights built of heavy metal
Into the lift, no need for pedals
Old machines getting a new start
As being cultured objet d’arts
The strongest of coffees
Brewed in a rusted pot
Down the drain the water flows
Where it goes, no one knows
World Wide Wednesday Presents: Mallorca Part Three, Odds and Ends
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page” St. Augustine
World Wide Wednesday Presents: Mallorca Part Three, Odds and Ends
Taking a ride on a train
On this island of Spain
Driving down a narrow lane
Watching the local terrain
Sun is shining, no rain
Sipping on champagne
Feeling very entertained
Passing the mountain chain
And the flattest of plains
There is nothing mundane
About this trip across the domain
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
Rantings Of A Third Kind 