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Just in case you needed a Brew Babes fix before I launch into deep thoughts… Are you ready? Let me light the way. Ah yes, the writing has been difficult to do everyday, having the time, not to mention coming up with something to write about and finding a way to make it “poetic”. This…
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…
“Instead of looking elsewhere for nourishment, we can live artistic, elegant lives, appreciating the details of our ordinary existence.” ~ “The Practice of Contemplative Photography,” Andy Karr, Michael Wood This week, I began reading the book “The Practice of Contemplative Photography, Seeing the World with Fresh Eyes” by Andy Karr and Michael Wood. I first…
It was a hot chocolate day An overcast day A damp day A day that took the crunch Out of the leaves And made dogs muddy It was a dog bath kind of day Or one bath One failed attempt Can you see who’s wet and who isn’t? It was a day To try and…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today that I hope you’ll check out. Both posts are about a photography field trip but with different lines of contemplation. So if you go there, please do come back here to get the full effect of my internal and external meanderings. Last Saturday, Steve and I…
It was a hot and humid one today. Java’s kiddy pool is a bit substandard from the previous house’s pool. I hope this area alongside the deck will be a good spot for a future pond that is big enough for Java to fit all the way into. It won’t be roomy enough for swimming,…
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Now that was one cool video!!! Loved the wonderful poem too!
God bless ya and enjoy your evenin’ sweetie!!!
“Increasing teamwork and sharing”…not for everyone!: )
(I have to admit, I had a rough start with this…but I am picking up steam just reading some of the other poems)
Totally cool. I get the picture from your words.
Oh yes, I remember those days, Maery. But didn’t have earphones and an iPOD back then. 🙂
What a beautiful poem about life in the ‘trenches’ (or – should I say ‘cubicle’??). So clever and creative!