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“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part Two
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September in Suburbia, Part One
Poetry and Photography
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part One
Sunshine, rain, a rainbow
Blue skies, dark skies, a rainbow
The weather in constant turmoil
Life in constant recoil
Colours on the leaves turning
From green to bright red flaring
Observing through the viewfinder
All of Mother Nature’s wonder
September Contrasts
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” Peggy Toney Horton
September Contrasts
The contrasts
Of light and shadow
On each surface cast
Like an arrow
Dividing colour
From the darkness
Still much to discover
In the emptiness
And the colourless
A September Day in Espoo, Home Base
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” Peggy Toney Horton
A September Day in Espoo, Home Base
Hopeful of a little sunshine
Trying to unwind
Small steps here and there
Enjoying the cool air
Still a little shaky
But no more breaky
The shutter clicking
Nature truly ass-kicking
Every minute an adventure
Bring it on September!
SL-Week 11: Flare
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
“I actually had to use Industrial Light & Magic to remove lens flare in a couple of shots, which is, I know, moronic. But I think admitting you’re an addict is the first step towards recovery” J.J. Abrams
SL-Week: Flare
Looking up into the skies
Narrowing my eyes
From the blinding glare
The sun’s bright flare
The warmth on my skin
And the feeling within
Nature’s awesome beauty
Makes me wanna boogie-woogie
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 18
“Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea” Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Ode to Rhodes
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Finland, EET (GMT +3)
Bye, bye beautiful island
It may not be my home land
But I promise once more to return
When the travel fever starts to burn
And I will start to yearn
Of the blue and turquoise sea
As far as the eye can see
Even though a Finn
Still loving the fun
And the warmth of the sun
On my skin
So maybe next year
You will see and hear
Me returning to this island
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 17
“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know I shall be happily infected until the end of my life” Michael Palin
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Day Seven: Hanging by the Pool
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, City of Rhodes EET (GMT +3)
Today was the last day of the holiday and sadly tomorrow morning we will take off.
Relaxing in the warmth of the sun and snapping a few memories in the near surroundings was all on the agenda.
Basking in the sun
What could be more fun
I can think of none
Last day of holiday
Luckily on a sunny day
Tomorrow we’ll be on our way
On the plane back home we’ll fly
To our friends we’ll say goodbye
There will be no dry eye
The skies briefly turned gray
As if to sadly say
For a while more stay
But, in the end
The time spent
Was a holiday to recommend
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 15
“Eureka! – I have found it!” Archimedes
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Umbrellas
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, EET (GMT +3)
For an island which says
They offer 300 sunny days
There sure are lots of umbrellas
In this little town of Hellas’
Better be prepared for the worst
Was the answer received at first
The local folk seemingly surprised
Of the Finn’s stupid question arised
Kindly explaining further
The picture was getting clearer
The monsune season filled with rain
Without the umbrellas it would be a pain
August Skies, Photography and Poetry
Photography and Poetry
“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins
August Skies
Blue, darker, black
White, grayer, black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the August skies
The truth lies
The summer’s end
Blue Skies, Poetry and Photography
Photography and Poetry
“Nothing but blue skies from now on…”
Blue Skies
Today
A display
Up in the sky
I saw the light
Shining so bright
Feeling high
A big smile
On my face
In this place
Where bliss
Exists
Today
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 