Gates: Open, closed, established or makeshift. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish a gate from a door. Hopefully, these all qualify in one way or another. Not very Halloweeny, but nonetheless, they meet the word prompt. Thanks to forgottenman for helping me to find these photos among the 50,000 on my computer. He’s a genius at photo retrieval. He should make a business of it! As usual, click on the first photo to enlarge them all.
You enter these gates to submerge yourself in Carol World.
This is my 2500th blog posting!
For Cee’s gorgeous dahlia, look HERE.
For the “Tiny” challenge, look HERE.
That Small Feeling That Something’s Wrong
My intuition sounds its gong.
I have an inkling something’s wrong.
I look around for what’s amiss,
but cannot tell what signals this.
My arm and neck hairs stir and rise,
as if to warn me of surprise.
This tiny hunch keeps me alert,
but insight is a fickle flirt.
When nothing happens, it goes away
and I live out my normal day.
That tiny niggling little prickle
might lead to nought, for insight’s fickle,
and sometimes things are just so small
that they aren’t there at all.
The prompt word today is “tiny.”
I love the combination of stone and plants. So once again I’m following Cee’s lead. To see her flower/rock combination, go HERE.
The Halloween prompt today is “forest/plants.”
My sugar’s artificial. It’s a fact. So is my creamer.
A year ago, I had a little crackup in my Beemer,
and now I have an artificial ear and foot and femur.
Pretty soon my whole darn life will just be what it seems,
while the authentic “real” of me will be a thing of dreams.
I can’t find where I stored my leg, I left my fur coat somewhere.
I parked my car last week but can’t remember how to come there.
So if it’s really necessary—all this substitution,
I’m asking some inventor to come up with a solution.
If artificial intelligence is the way it’s going to be,
please implant me with an artificial memory!
The prompt word today was “artificial.”
Decorations are what the Day of the Dead is about. Weeks are spent in preparation, and the display is colorful, excessive and heartfelt. These photos are of two of my own altars as well as photos I took in Patzcuaro, Michoacan, as decorations were being prepared and completed.