The Best Of ¦ so blue, part two
These photos were taken December of 2012, that last winter I was at Irish Lake. Winter up in Grey County could be both brutal, and beautiful. “If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, Rejoice, for … Continue reading The Best Of ¦ so blue, part two
rose in her winter slumber
she doth deserve nothing less after our rambling, this summer of summers. on long rides just her and i down pathways old and new yet, i shall not be without this winter for a ride as i now have acquired her little sister, midnight blue Continue reading rose in her winter slumber
not without
for the Weekly Photo Challenge ¦ it’s not this time of year without Continue reading not without
Back To When Pink Was Pretty
I wrote this to you the other day, Mom, but never posted it. But here it is… November 22/2016 I should go back and explain a couple things. You know we were never close in school. We were friends, peripherally. But, and this is hazy, there was something else between us. Out of all the guys from BealArt, why does he always stand out? Why … Continue reading Back To When Pink Was Pretty
anymore
he reeks of pity and a broken heart oozing from his pores silent libations half-dead expectations laying sprawled on the concrete floor with me and wanting to be more than stoic anger welcomed like an old fiend vigilant reminder of who he has been forgetting who he is already blood-smeared canvas-covered death his only dream left he believes in anymore Continue reading anymore
to you
not a casual embrace nor kiss upon thee lips was i not a nod of the head or a loose thread not a belief a secret not a friend was i to you for the Discover Challenge ¦ mind the gap Continue reading to you
and winter had arrived
last night the howling winds of November laid down its white carpet after he escaped the city, and me, on the hunt for that rare thing sleep perchance to dream to extract the madness from his mind but I just remember concrete, vaguely and i am lost underneath a blanket of forgotten time those things he can not protect me from will not may not … Continue reading and winter had arrived
can i take your picture?
I found themjust after he leftdown at the end of the barI said:can I take your pictureand they said ‘yes’ “Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.”― Beau Taplin for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Magic Continue reading can i take your picture?
through
“The question is not what you look at, but what you see. It is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon, however familiar, from a point a hair’s breadth aside from our habitual path or routine, to be overcome, enchanted by its beauty and significance.” ― Henry David Thoreau Continue reading through
impressionism
in the style of “It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.” ― Claude Monet Continue reading impressionism
that frosty morn
Good Fences Make Good Neighbours
Dad and I were on the front porch back at The Homestead last time he was up from North Carolina, sitting in those Muskoka Chairs (or Adirondack if you’re American). It was a hot summer day, and he’d been busy over the last hour killing flies, and with a flick of the swatter disposing of their bodies between the floorboards. Dad is a news junkie, … Continue reading Good Fences Make Good Neighbours
by PaulaB 