Photography and Poetry
“School,
Effort, and
Play.
Trying your best
Each hour of the day,
Making new friends,
Being good as you can
Exciting discoveries,
Reading books with a friend.”
– Boni Fulgham
September in Suburbia, Part Six
Tag Archives: sunshine
September in Suburbia, Part Five
Photography and Poetry
“School,
Effort, and
Play.
Trying your best
Each hour of the day,
Making new friends,
Being good as you can
Exciting discoveries,
Reading books with a friend.”
– Boni Fulgham
September in Suburbia, Part Five
Sunshine and soft rain
Raindrops falling on the lane
The nature lush and green
More alive than ever seen
The colours in full glow
Red, orange and yellow
Waiting for the rainbow
Soon enough to follow
September in Suburbia, Part Four
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Four
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
September in Suburbia, Part Two
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part Two
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 