Ornately Teasel
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ornate.” Continue reading Ornately Teasel
Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia
When I do it my way, I walk. I briskly charge forward, heels pounding out a determined beat, straight into the thick of it. I can just hear you yelling at me from downstairs…Paula, stop pounding your heels, you sound like a herd of Elephants, you’re going to come right through the ceiling. Once I get started. I am inclined to otherwise be a bit … Continue reading I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia
I ♥ Beauty
I do not go the careful way; the concrete paths, through the manicured parks. For what I seek, my true desire, can not be found… carefully. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Careful.” Continue reading I ♥ Beauty
Arguing With Your Parents Over Politics
You know Mom, sometimes I wonder where I came from. If I didn’t look so much like Dad, I swear, you’d think you found me in a trashcan in upper state New York on your way back to North Carolina from Canada, after a visit with Grandma & Grandpa. Really. You remember that argument we all had in the kitchen that night? About Sikhs in … Continue reading Arguing With Your Parents Over Politics
Damn October
I heard the bells of St. Peters Basilica, and something inside me, something welled up, and spilt the banks of my eyes. Walking down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face and I have not one single clue why. Oh, sure, lovely thing the chiming of church bells, and weddings are happy occasions (as that’s why they were chiming). Minute by minute, the first … Continue reading Damn October
My Ordinary Life
“I just happen to like ordinary things. When I paint them, I don’t try to make them extraordinary. I just try to paint them ordinary-ordinary”. Andy Warhol In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “(Extra)ordinary.” Continue reading My Ordinary Life
An Orchard Becoming A Forest
I have read some of these trails are said to be over a thousand years old. When John Graves Simcoe first came to this fork in the Thames, this area is where they camped. Once an apple orchard, now left to go wild, it is easy to forget all ones cares and roam amongst the Staghorn Sumac and Asters, the grasses rustling in the autumn … Continue reading An Orchard Becoming A Forest
And All There Is Left Is Me
it is here, again. like seasons, like clouds like weather. fear it, or not, yet still it comes. lazy days, give way, to rain. to cloud. to sun. again. yet still it comes. it, sooths you, may move you, improve you, and, it will change you. yet still it will come. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.” Continue reading And All There Is Left Is Me
Grids Of London
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.” Continue reading Grids Of London
I Am Fred
Your sister left me for dead on her back porch; I must have been a sight. Lonely, starved for light and affection, I can never ever repay you. Ever. Anyone else would have thought me long past saving, but you looked past my dishevelled, half-dead appearance, refreshed my soil, expanded my world and patiently, lovingly, removed every single energy sucker that had infested my bark. I suppose its been over … Continue reading I Am Fred
Leo In Retrograde
You of course are aware of my broken wrist, due to a tumble during a tango at a place called the Grinning Gator, of all things. The floor was open, with nothing but me and the multiple ales I’d consumed to stop the fun. It all worked in my favour, truth be told. The pain of the break kept me from work, and the short-term … Continue reading Leo In Retrograde
the monochrome frog
Is it a picture, Within a picture, again? And, does it matter? In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.” Continue reading the monochrome frog
With This Ring I Thee…
It’s been this on again, off again, thang, for about two years now. It’s on again, although I’m not exactly sure why, but there ya go Ok, so I’ve been kvetching with a fellow widow I met through my Earth Angel. We’ve plied the depths, of the men we’ve dated, past and present, and the role we both played in our spouses deaths, as caregivers. … Continue reading With This Ring I Thee…
by PaulaB 