Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Wind
Storm in Brazil for SL-WEEK 46
“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination” Jimmy Dean
Stormy Weather over there…
But maybe not here?
There is some storm front on the horizon
With some bad weather arising
From a snapper’s point of view, quite mesmerizing
For the natives up there, possibly poison
But as they say, it’s quite typical for the season
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Wind
Storm in Brazil for SL-WEEK 46
“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination” Jimmy Dean
Toupee blowing Weather
The wind factor so high
It would make Trump’s toupee fly
This is a time for one of Takei’s “Oh Mys”
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“Helsinki isn’t all that bad. It’s a very nice city, and it’s cold really only in wintertime” Linus Torvalds
A Visit to Kamppi: Three
Artistic or snobbery?
Or just plain highway robbery?
Beauty, art and sound
Can only truly be found
In the eye of the beholder
In that very special folder
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“Helsinki isn’t all that bad. It’s a very nice city, and it’s cold really only in wintertime” Linus Torvalds
A Visit to Kamppi: Two
When left is nothing more to shop
Many of the passengers at the bus stop
Eagerly into a transit will pop
Keeping a distance to the strangers
Good Lord knows what dangers
May lurk behind a simple “hello”
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour
“Helsinki isn’t all that bad. It’s a very nice city, and it’s cold really only in wintertime” Linus Torvalds
A Visit to Kamppi: One
A trip to the City Centre
Can be an extreme adventure
For a ‘gal from the suburbs
Can easily get into trouble
With many a temptations
Luring in the odd location
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“In the full light of day, I don’t want to think about the sunset” Shakira
Sunset
Something wonderful happened
Before it was time to go to bed
A sunset of the colour red
As if the skies had bled
So I stayed outside instead
And watched the beautiful sunset
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness”
Sunrise
A special moment
In the month of January
For people up North
This will sustain their sanity
For a little while longer
As the sun is getting stronger
In the midst of the darkness
A ray of sunlight
To keep up the good fight
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“With Saturday morning cartoons, you’ve got to start at 6 A.M., right?” Jim Rash
Saturday (Daily Photo)
It’s Saturday
What more can I say?
All is quiet in our little suburbia
After all,
We would not want to disturb ‘ya 😉
So just sit down, relax
The weekend is time for some slacks
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan”
Albert Schweitzer
Sunday
It’s Sunday
What more can I say?
All is quiet in our little suburbia
After all,
We would not want to disturb ‘ya 😉
So just sit down, relax
The weekend is time for some slacks
Before you know it
It will be over…
Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Rantings Of A Third Kind 