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Smiths

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Smiths

Like a seal or fish or otter
slips into its world of  water,
so do smiths of any sort—
(word or metalsmith) cavort
in their shops or in their minds
to create wonders of two kinds.

The smith’s returns of mind or hammer,
while they may create a clamor
by their constant stimulation,
forge in us a strong sensation,
opening our minds and eyes
to thoughts formerly in disguise.

Never underestimate
those born to shape and malleate.
They build our knowledge, blow on blow,
to show us different ways to go.
The words or metal that they wrangle
into book or silver spangle,
swell the whole world’s education,
then add to its decoration.

Prompt words today are  spangle, malleate,  otter, sensation and return.

Gateways

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Click on photos to enlarge.

Closed Gate
Blocked doors
You enter these gates to submerge yourself in Carol’s world.
These men are creating a new entrance for my neighbors’ house.
Entrance to Casa Linda.
Entrance to the Ajijic Plaza
Entrance to San Juan Cosala Convent

A Photo a Week, Gateways

Polishing the Cat

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Please click on the photos to enlarge them. Also, note that I had nothing to do with these shenanigans. I knew neither cat nor girl. I was just the event photographer. I must say, though, that this is the most docile cat I’ve ever encountered. At the conclusion of the event, both manicurist and cat seemed to be content with the end results.

 

And, I can’t help it. I have to try sneaking this into Cee’s Coat of Many Colors prompt.

Also, her CBWC feet or paws prompt.  Not strictly black and white, Cee? You’ve got to admit that the kitty is black and white and the little girl has selected the contrasting color! How can that not count? (Born to rebel.)

And, for Sunday Stills Fur and Feathers.

 

 

 

 

 

Marigolds: FOTD, Nov 8, 2021

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Preparing for Dia de Muertos.

For Cee’s FOTD

Life in Color: Black or Gray.

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turns me homewards,
Anglular
It was then that I remembered the empty flower pot on the boulder near the pool.

For Life in Color: Black or Gray

Writer’s Block

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Writer’s Block

Rip up your notebook and throw it away.
At heart, you know you have nothing to say.
The cadre of writers who came on before you
wrote legions of words guaranteed not to bore you.
They composed solid volumes of bountiful wit.
Their number of sales will verify it.
The drivel you write is mere uninspired lore,
so better you read what they wrote than write more.

 

Prompt words today are notebook,solid, bountiful, cadre and number.

Nov 4, 2021, Sunset Walk on the San Juan Cosala Malecon

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Escaped soccer ball. No hopes for retreival

Click on photos to enlarge.

 

For Water Water Everywhere  and Jo’s Monday Walk.

Thunbergia: FOTD, Nov 4, 2021

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Some people call these “black-eyed Susans” although that is not really their name. They are thunbergias, but not the big purple or blue Thunbergia Grandiflora. Both, however, like to travel.

For Cee’s FOTD

These are the vines that are taking over my upper garden. They’ve totally smothered the bougainvillea in the center of the yard.

Dia de Muertos in Mexico

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These are shots of D.O.D. activities in Ajijic and San Juan Cosala from 10:30 in the morning until 8:30 at night, including the Dia de Muertos Show at Jesus Lopez Vega’s Gallery. Stop by to see it at Rio Zula #7. The show is open until Dec. 2 from 10-5. 

 

Click on photos to enlarge.

 

San Juan Cosala
Paper Marigolds covered the plaza’s central structure.
Candles for departed locals
Those lost to Covid in San Juan Cosala.
Trail into and out of the Altar.
Convent Altar, San Juan Cosala
SJC Church
Memorial wall in Ajijic
Ajijic Plaza
Sawdust Painting, Ajijic Plaza
R.I.P.
Walmart Checkout
Altar in Jesus Lopez Vega’s Studio.
my pieces in show
Jesus’s very large painting
A wall in Jesus’s studio gallery
Rosario (Jesus and Berta’s daughter)
Artist and her Art. (real flowers)
San Juan Cosala Plaza
Katrina 1 in SJC Plaza
Beautiful face superimposed upon a beautiful face.

 

Worst Nightmare

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Worst Nightmare

I stood without a podium,
alone there in the odeum.
The lantern light was odious,
the theater commodious.
My stomach tied up in a knot,
I realized that I had not
even seen a single script
and therefore I was ill-equipped
no matter how hard I was driven,
to say the words that I’d been given.

And furthermore, how crass and rude
that I was standing in the nude,
center stage, in full display,
without a clue of what to say,
before an audience, all staring
at the body I was baring!
And here I brought the curtain down
and awoke to find a dressing gown
draped around me in a heap,
relieved to find I’d been asleep!!!

 

For those of you who will ask, this is not fiction. This is a dream I’ve dreamed a number of times during my life.  Prompt words for today are lantern, knot, Odeum and without. Image by Velizar-Ivanov on Unsplash.