Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I’m a terrible singer, but it helps when I have to call a taxi” Gordon Getty
Little Red Taxi Bike for Daily Photo
Sitting pretty,
For everyone’s like
The proud little red taxi bike
Cleaned and polished
Some say,
Even a little snobbish
It may be admired
And highly inspired
But
When the lights are off
It’s time to go soft
And start dreaming
Of the busy streets
Riding along
To a different beat
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo
"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." ~Russel Baker
Ride a Bike
Riding the biggest motorbike
Just for the sake of a psyke!
Or maybe, just because I like
Riding my big big bike 😉
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, humour, travel, tales and things that nature!
“You Don’t Need A Big One To Be Happy!”
Mini Cooper
Baby I can drive my car?
Guess I will be going far?
I’m not going to be a star
But I like playing a guitar
Oh and driving my car,
My Mini Cooper car!
Beep, beep, beep – Yeah!
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You Don’t Need A Big One To Be Happy!”
Mini Cooper (Daily Photo)
Baby I can drive my car?
Guess I will be going far?
I’m not going to be a star
But I like playing a guitar
Oh and driving my car,
My Mini Cooper car!
Beep, beep, beep – Yeah!
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Macro
“I am ready for my close-up!”
Macro World
I am soft
But I have thorns
I feel pretty
In my pink colours
I am hard
Watch out!
Better not land
On my rocks
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Machine
“People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed” Rick Riordan
Lift
Going up, going down
Never stops on its own
A pater noster
Of a modern kind
A machine more efficient
Is very hard to find
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Machine
“The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do” B. F. Skinner
Aeroplane
High up in the skies
Through the clouds it flies
The sheer size
Leaves you mesmerized
Well oiled machinery
Pulling together amazingly
Rantings Of A Third Kind 