Los Colores de México
These watermelons really are this red.. I haven’t boosted the color!
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/09/01/cees-fun-foto-challenge-sense-of-seeing/
Feet, Don’t Fail Me Now
For more feet go Here
HARYANA.
If you are an Indian and you have read about this state, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?
Kurukshetra, the battlefield of Mahabharata or the most skewed sex ratio? The teachings of Gita or the cases of honor killings? The rich agriculture or the burning of brides?
Most of us know this one state in India for many things negative – a sad example of dominant patriarchy, child marriages, honor killings, ever declining sex ratio, dowry deaths and what not. But this Friday, the state of Haryana took a positive step to protect women and hear their woes with empathy.
Haryana did something that some other states (Tamil Nadu, Kerala and Karnataka) in India have already successfully implemented. The state gave its women an all women police station. Now you may think, why do we need such a police station or how will this help solve issues in Haryana. I agree may be not so directly, but indirectly, it is a positive change. (Go here: https://happinessandfood.wordpress.com/2015/09/01/all-women-police-station-for-haryana/
for the rest of this story.)
Jennifer has a new photography prompt generator that I thought I’d try out. The prompt I drew was “Manual Landscape,” which reminded me of this photo I took yesterday. A few days ago, I posted a picture of these chiles and their bloom. (See that posting Here.)At the time, it occurred to me that the viewers would have no idea of how small they are, so yesterday, I decided to hold them in my hand to show scale. So, my hand provides the “manual” and the plant provides the landscape! Perfect.
Go here to generate your own prompt: http://jennifernicholewells.blogspot.mx/p/photography.html
We just planted a new little Thunbergia which I hope will cover the water heater for the hot tub since the vines that have covered it for 12 years suddenly died. Thrive and prosper, little vine! (This is the defunct water heater we placed Little Bird’s nest on. He later fell out of the nest and was trapped behind this chicken wire, but was rescued. Bad plan!
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/08/31/flower-of-the-day-august-31-2015-primrose/
Seer
Her statement that she’d had a vision
was met by general derision;
so though she tried to warn them all,
they heeded nothing but “last call!”
So while she stocked up her provisions,
they hemmed and hawed with their decisions
and had a round of boozy toasts–
gave their laments, boasted their boasts.
Then they went west while she went east
and thus were eaten by the beast
or overtaken by the flood.
Soaked in water or in blood.
The moral of this little tale
is heed your mystics, or learn to bail
or run faster than the beast
lest you become his morning’s feast
or starve to death in time of drought.
Her warnings met with only doubt
instead of action to stem the tide,
by those who stood as one. And died.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Decisions, Decisions.”How are you more likely to make an important decision — by reasoning through it, or by going with your gut?
This is so adorable that I have to reblog it. I’ve been following this father’s account of his family life for about a year now and it just keeps getting more fun. Wonder if we’ll still be following her adventures when she is twenty? Just in case, you’d better jump on the blogwagon now.
Happy Things
Working in my art studio makes me happy, although I haven’t done so for almost a year. I wonder why? Too caught up in blogging, I fear. I need to consider that question in the upcoming months.
What I make in my studio. “Juguetes.”
Trees make me happy. Especially palm trees that provide shade but don’t block the view!!! And create a beautiful view all their own.
I love entertaining friends and family at my house.
(Including those who won’t let me take their pictures as well as those who do.)
Friends who are there to greet me every time I come home.
And their friends, as well.
And, of course, blogging makes me very happy, so if you are reading this right now, you are one of the things that makes me happy, too!
The Prompt: What Makes You Happy? *
I love this picture and don’t know where else it would fit in, so I’m declaring it an oddball! The little silver spots must be a parasite, but we can imagine fairy footprints if we wish.
Or, perhaps this guy stepped in silver paint and had something to do with it:
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/08/30/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-35/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forever Young.” If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?
I have been drinking and bathing in the fountain of youth every day for fourteen years. The first post I ever wrote for NaPoWriMo, over three years ago, was about this topic; and since my blog was brand new and only three people read it, I’m going to post it again today. Audrey, okcforgottenman and Ann, do you remember this one?
Web of Night
We have been talking online for hours
and, as usual, lost track of time.
Now, after his good-bye,
it would be easier to go to bed
than to act on his reminder
that there should be hot water
in my hot tub tonight,
pumped in earlier from the volcanic depths,
left to cool all day.
I am living in sub-tropical Mexico
where things like volcanoes are everyday things.
I drink the volcano.
I swim and soak in it.
I absorb its heat,
draw from its power,
grow stronger.
This is the fountain of youth, I’ve often said.
Too long away from it, I start to grow creaky and old––
reversing those effects only by coming home again
to lie in its steaming bath.
I look up from it now
at a night sky unlike any other––
only the major stars distinct, like light seen through
irregularly perforated steel. The stars standing out individually,
between them the remarkable floss of clouds stretched
sparse as angel hair on a Christmas tree
to reveal the ornaments
between.
No one else awake in this morning hour
so early that it is really still the night before.
2 AM. Neither a dog’s bark nor a burro’s bray.
No harsh staccato though the cool night air
of air brakes of trucks
too wide for the two-lane carretera.
down below.
Alone in my world.
The clouds, while I’ve been thinking blind,
have obscured the stars
behind a thicker web of cotton wool.
I think of love so far away,
wishing it nearer but feeling it close
as the keyboard in the room behind me.
There are many of us
caught in this Web of internet romance.
Here we need not fear
the loss of a love
that is a part of an addiction
to the mystery of absence
yet words so close
they are almost
but not quite
touch.
