Leave it to Beaver
The color challenge this week really is “Beaver!’–a light brown color shown below –no telling what viewers this tag will bring into my blog!! Here goes:
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One day’s rewards for a very early beach walk. My other rewards were the shots I got of other early morning visitors finding their own rewards, as pictured in the other two shots. All pictures taken in La Manzanilla, Mexico.
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Okay, here is a poem I read at my writers’ group today and they say I should post it. There was much controversy about how to pronounce Cuba Libres, but they’ve been my drink of choice for 40 years, so believe me, I know how they are pronounced outside of Spanish-speaking countries, and everywhere else (including Africa) Cuba Libre rhymes with zebra!
The Spinster and the White Hunter on Safari
After giraffes and elephants and zebras,
and one-too-many Cuba Libres,
love under white mosquito-netting
was not so much a matter of her letting
as it was of giving back what she was getting.
And then, the full picture of the detail I published for the “Yellow” photo challenge here. No, it isn’t crème brûlée. What it is is a detail of this detail:
Detail of a dead fish on the beach. Are those really eyelashes?
I really didn’t mean to fool you!
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I took this picture in the river mentioned in the poem, but just noticed something. Doesn’t that look like a winged gnomish sprite looking down on the croc? (Center of photo, above the croc.)
Not to Taste
I have no taste for seafood—neither sea bass nor crustacean.
My friends’ attempts to feed them to me end in their frustration.
I cannot stand the taste of them—their odor nor their texture.
I’ve heard that they are good for me, so please spare me the lecture!
When I was in New Orleans, they tried to feed me gator.
I politely turned it down and had a burger later.
For though a gator’s not a fish, and that’s something I know,
they must be kin somehow, ‘cause both live in H2O!
Sometimes I go out birding up a river by the sea.
The grandson of the captain comes along to talk to me.
The river’s full of crocodiles, and birds overhead
fly in by the thousands to seek their evening bed.
They rest so gently in the trees that I forget the threat
of all those crocs there down below, lurking in the wet.
Most of the year the estuary’s cut off from the sea,
but this year there was one big rain that set the river free.
When I was swimming Saturday, beyond the surf, just me,
I saw some people looking at—whatever could it be?
I just went on exercising in the surf and sand.
The sun went down but I stayed out. The water was just grand.
But when I finally came to land, folks there on the beach
told me that a croc passed by, well beyond my reach.
And since I, too, was out there as handy as could be,
I sure am glad that crocodile had no taste for me!!!!
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