Crooks, Caterpillars, And A Cast Of Characters Colluding
I’m away for 3 days, and nada, no new news did I see, not a headline, I was oblivious. However, come Tuesday, and wham-bam-thank-you mam, all in one day. So, I think I’ll sprinkle this post with a goodly amount of completely unrelated photos from my weekend away, a different cast of characters from my usual fare, to soften the whole blitzkrieg of news over … Continue reading Crooks, Caterpillars, And A Cast Of Characters Colluding
Sleeping By The River
I’ve been away, and last night here in my village, in my garden, we arrived back in the late afternoon after a leisurely tour through my hometown, back the way we had come, but slower, stopping for a soup and sandwich at this little place I know and by late afternoon we had returned. It was another lovely August night and like all the finer … Continue reading Sleeping By The River
Why Watching Sweat Roll Off His Brow Gives Me Pleasure
Each morn, usually up before the crack of dawn, whether I’m working or not, I sit here with my coffee and catch up on whatever political vids have been posted. Lately, or, well, if I’m honest, for weeks, more and more, it’s beginning to run together, with the same blather and speculation, the same tweets with different words, the same chaos but with different characters, … Continue reading Why Watching Sweat Roll Off His Brow Gives Me Pleasure
After Watching A Journey Through The Confederate South
It struck me this morning, how I have maybe always seen that statue in New York harbour as a prize, and not what she is, a challenge, an ideal, to try for, be willing to fail for, stand for, face, question, embrace, remind, you, me, them, depending on your perspective, what we would like to be, sometimes fail at, and that’s ok, as trying for … Continue reading After Watching A Journey Through The Confederate South
Scenes From A Day In A Fey Light
The days seem to come and go more quickly, breathlessly, and magic glides in on a morning breeze, and sometimes stays all day, into the evening, taking it in, enchanted by the light as it dances through the leaves. And yesterday, there was no politics, corruption, nor greed, no bad seeds, or otherwise. Nor desire for, I turned it all off, and on, and off … Continue reading Scenes From A Day In A Fey Light
twinkling lights of another august night
last eve musing in the garden a little high a little low was i silent listening to tree frogs and cars the sounds of life that other village and time flickers through the trees taunting me cross the river hot summer days a teenage me longing to be set free now in the thick of it eyes closed a gentle breeze and twinkle lights here hidden … Continue reading twinkling lights of another august night
The Car Park King, And Another Crooked Man
The day was 22 August 1485, and apparently King Richard the III was so thoroughly pummelled at the Battle of Bosworth Field that his body was riddled with wounds, stripped naked and taken to Leicester where it was put on public display and later hastily buried at some Friary. In this doc last night I learned it was all because of some society that sought … Continue reading The Car Park King, And Another Crooked Man
The Lessons Of A Fall
Where do I even start, as day after day, week after week, month after month, one wacko thing after another, sitting astonished so many times at what’s said and done that it’s hard to stay astonished. This wrecking ball of insults, lies, and a seemingly insatiable greed, an obsession for more power, to a degree that becomes more clear every single day. A degree of … Continue reading The Lessons Of A Fall
The Little Fox Who Let The Ruskies Into the Coup?
Way back before the election, the words of a co-worker who still hoped the strumpette was really some sort of wrecking ball that had the intention of destroying the Republicans from within, as they began to embrace him, some holding their nose, and one by one accept him, gawd only knows how some had the stomach for it, but something had changed in the American … Continue reading The Little Fox Who Let The Ruskies Into the Coup?
The Ol’Dawg Needs New Tricks
Alrighty, so, here’s what I learned this week, first of which is that I have come to love this new colour, called Ultramarine in this chalky finish and that it adds this rich velvety warmth, a depth, in contrast to the burnt orange walls. Next, I learned a little about trade deficits, how exciting, eh? Came across this video that helped to explain a few … Continue reading The Ol’Dawg Needs New Tricks
(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿) Let’s Be Slow Learners
The one and only time I read it was in high school, grade 11 English class. I guess it is one of THE books, part of the English Canon Of Literature, there with Chaucer’s ‘Canterbury Tales’, Steinbeck’s ‘Of Mice And Men’, and doesn’t just stand the test of time, it becomes more haunting and prophetic as each decade comes and goes since it was published … Continue reading (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿) Let’s Be Slow Learners
as the wind thru trees
that breeze passed thru the leaves one to another telling stories for the rain washed away yesterday, gone with that wind, again {{ oOooomMm }} Continue reading as the wind thru trees
Allegories Of Greed
Back when the words on everyone’s lips was no hope in hell and Dad was up, the year is 2015 and it is fall as I remember the leaves where changing. “I’d vote for him… if I could”, and you want to see my shocked face, you’d a seen it back then, well, if you’d been sitting on the hood of my Dad’s champagne white … Continue reading Allegories Of Greed
by PaulaB 