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The photo of my hand in front of the round rainbow in the sky was made while going through the Panama Canal. I’d never seen this phenomenon before.. Amazing.
For Becky’s Sevem Squares
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“Portal” For Cellpic Sunday, Sept 29, 2024
I love the frame created by the side of the building and the lower wall and light post to make the portion of the lit street between them look like a lit doorway. I’ve been saving this photo for a week or two, looking for the chance to use it. This seemed like the perfect time, given Jonbo’s photo.
Day and Night, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 673, Sept 29, 2024
Day and Night
The stream of life brings good and bad—
both peace and torment to be had.
Dreaming adventure’s a sure bet.
If you don’t jump in, you won’t get wet.
Those secret knives that rip the seams
of the fabric of your dreams—
That fiery breath that sears your lungs
as you tell lies that fork your tongue?
Tucked here safe within your bed,
you have no cause for fears or dread.
Truth seen in glimpses, through lash-closed eyes
may be wisdom in disguise.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 673. the words are: wet jump secret dream bed breath secrets lashes fire plague glimpses
The Numbers Game #41, Sept. 30, 2024. Please Play Along!
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #41”. Today’s number is 162. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Below are my contributions to the album:
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Kalanchoe, for FOTD Sept 29, 2024
I worked outside in the rain for two days (thanks, Patricia!) to get ready for a garden tour I am on–moving plants, planting new ones (including this kalanchoe,) trimming dead growth and leaves and even spreading lava rock in beds. During one day of constant rain, I changed my clothes and blow-dried my hair 3 times before giving up and just working in my swim suit, and yes, it was cold. Then, yesterday, I discovered that the garden tour is on Oct. 19, not on Tuesday!!!! So, still work to do but lots more time to do it. Nothing gets one mobilized like the promise of visitors.
For Cee’s FOTD
Beauty in Unexpected Places
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I love the story behind beauty as much as the beauty itself. The plant fragment, fallen just right for sniffing, the beauty sculpted by nature, a toothbrush in a cup, the arrangement of food on a plate, a caterpillar with a crystal crown. All of these unexpected beauties of eye and mind command our attention.
for Lens Artists Challenge 318: Finding beauty in unexpected places
Rainy Day Morning Glories for FOTD Sept 28, 2024
A brief respite from the rain that has been occurring pretty constantly for the past two days gave me a chance to photograph this hibiscus bush with 11 blooms and numerous buds. I cut some of them off to zoom in a bit on the photo.
For Cee’s FOTD
“Vanished” For SOCS Sept 28, 2024
Vanished
The fresh bookstore smell of them,
bending the pages to crack the spine,
notes scribbled in the margins,
underlines,
hearts with initials on the flyleaf,
something to loan or to wrap for a gift,
something propped up on the bathtub edge,
its paper sprinkled with drops–
pages wrinkled into a Braille memory–
that rainstorm run through,
how he put it in his back pocket.
Poetry touched by fingers.
Single words met by lips.
Words pored over by candlelight or flashlight
in a sleeping bag or in a hut with no electricity.
Books pushed into backpacks
and under table legs for leveling.
Paper that soaked up
the oil from fingers
of the reader
consuming popcorn
or chocolate chip cookies
in lieu of the romance on the pages—
finger food served with brain food.
Passions wrapped in paper and ink—
the allure of a book and the tactile comfort.
The soul of a book you could touch, fold, bend.
Books are the gravestones of trees
but also the journals of our hearts.
Cities of words,
boards and bricks of letters,
insulated by hard covers or the curling skins
of paperbacks.
Something solid to transfer the dreams
of one person to another in a concrete telepathy
of fingers and eyes.
Books are the roads we build between us,
solid and substantial–
their paper the roadbed,
the words the center lines directing us.
What will fill the bookcases of a modern world?
Google replacing dictionaries,
Wikipedia already an invisible bank of Encyclopaedias Britannica.
What will we use our boards and bricks for,
if not to hold up whole tenements of books?
How will we furnish our walls?
What will boys carry to school for girls?
What will we balance on heads
to practice walking with perfect posture?
What will we throw in the direction of the horrible pun?
Will there be graveyards for books, or cities built of them?
Quaint materials for easy chairs or headboards for beds?
Will we hollow them out for cigar boxes
or grind them up for packing material?
Where do books belong in the era of Kindle and Audible?
These dinosaurs that soon will not produce more eggs.
Perhaps they’ll grow as precious as antiques.
Perhaps the grandchildren of our grandchildren
will ponder how to open them. Will wonder at their quaintness,
collecting them like mustache cups or carnival glass,
wondering about the use of them—as unfathomable as hieroglyphics.
That last book closing its pages–one more obsolete mystery
fueling the curiosity of a bygone era that has vanished
into a wireless universe.
For Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: i before e.
Writer’s Block For The Three Things Challenge #830
Writer’s Block
While potters ponder truths of clay,
I often pass the day away
wandering to try to find
that perfect word within my mind.
For The Three Things Challenge, the words are: POTTER PONDER WANDER
Fibbing Friday, Sept 27, 2024
For Fibbing Friday, the task is to define these terms:
1. Merry-go-sorry: It’s Xmas, and in the middle of wishing them season’s greetings, you realize someone is in great distress and so you apologize and let them skip ahead of you into the restroom. .
2. Momist: A momma’s boy
3. Obfuscate: What Prince William calls his wife when she is pregnant and in a bad mood.
4. Obnubilate: that affectionate gesture an expectant father makes when rubbing his wife’s baby bump.
5. Peacockize: To change the channel to NBC
6. Sillytonian: A musician who provides background music for cartoons.
7. Slug-a-bed: A sleeping worm
8. Snout-fair: A pig fest. (Or, a meeting of plastic surgeons.)
9. Teen: A suffix that adds angst to the numbers four, six, seven eight and nine.
10. Wasteheart: The organ of the body that is clothed by a waistcoat.
11. Whiffler: Someone who makes the final decision regarding fragrances in a perfume factory. (Or, alternatively, a farting baby.)
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