Forgive me for complaining but I am really sick of coughing so explosively and not knowing why it is happening. When it causes you to take a nasty fall out of bed then you hate it even more. Tomorrow a new doctor – maybe he will have an answer. The hyperbole is expressed through the photo adjustment via Photoshop Elements 6.
I adored my father as he adored me. Sadly at 6 years of age this came to an abrupt halt. AND I made many poor choices in the first 27 years of life as a result. At the late age of about 63 or so due to a spiritual experience and several years after his death, I re-captured that love miraculously and bathed in it for about 3 months. Happy Father’s Day to all fathers out there.
Photo from my father’s WWII album – B-17s on their way to Germany.
I am a great lover of sushi … generally the more exotic the better. The following photo is from MorgueFile
Haiku for “space in between”
cicada shell – someone’s new home
Haiku for “old men”
cooling on the porch – old men think of warm tea
OK, so wow what? Wow me finally getting print upon a photo! I have REALLY struggled with this task. Yeah! Summer kigo – parasol. Prompt: taste … as in style. AND I believe that these are Fortuny (how much more stylish can one get?
Photo credits Photobucket
I listened to a person hammering this morning. The hammering was outdoors, I indoors. I have written this many times … many. Rewriting for me is in part … elimination of unnecessary words.
calm morning trees neighbor hammering – old wood
hearing you steal across the thin straw mat – soundlessly
Straw mat is the kigo or summer season word.
Forgive me, not out and about too much …
Well, having nothing to do with the prompt, but because I love my Herons … here is the Black Crowned Night Heron … also in Forest Park.
David and I call him “Fat Boy” because he always looks so plump, just not in this photo.
So now, something seems off, not quite right … something that is wrong, immediately made me think of a series of photos that I took in Barranco, Lima, Peru. I saw this church decaying covered with vultures and thought it exotically bizarre … outrageous, oxymoronic, dark … unseemly. You get to think and feel whatever comes to mind. It did strike me as “something not quite right” and surely as a reflection of our society.
drought – hot dry season of the spirit