Month: August 2012
Autumn
The Autumn Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833) Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them — The summer flowers depart… Read More ›
♫ ♪ I am a Beautiful Blogger ♪ Oh what a beautiful day ♪ ♫
Sharla Lee Shults writes beautiful poetry. Lately we have been inspiring one another, a most rewarding virtual relationship. She writes lovely poetry and in addition to her books, she publishes it on her website, The Catnip of Life. Her writing… Read More ›
A Poem to the Thawing Wind
A Poem to the Thawing Wind By Robert Frost ☼ Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But… Read More ›
Petite Basset Griffon Vendeen – Three at the Bridge
Once upon a time, we had three furry noisy smelly hounds called PBGVs, or Petites … or, correctly, Petite Basset Griffon Vendeen. Shaggy long-backed short-legged French rabbit hounds. They were funny and smart and had the most musical … and… Read More ›
Posters
Like many photographers, I’ve experimented with manipulating images to look like paintings, posters, line drawing, and other art forms. These three came out nicely, I think. I don’t know if they are photographs anymore. I think after a sufficient amount… Read More ›
Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse
Until I started using Facebook, I honestly never much worried about the zombie apocalypse. naiveté? Maybe. I was only funning when I originally posted this. I didn’t realize that the zombies are already here and are trying to take over… Read More ›
TGIF
Originally posted on catnipoflife:
Echoes from the Past. . . Remember When Rock ‘n’ Roll, American Bandstand, the Beetles— Teenage idols, legends in their own time Sound and vibrations shook the world Music made both young and old unwind James…
I don’t care what you say. I’m damned proud to be…
I have to preface this with a story. It has absolutely nothing to do with the intent of this post, but it’s true and I wish I’d had the wit to record it. In this post, I have included two… Read More ›
Morning in summer …
Morning. Although I want to sleep late, I almost never do. On summer mornings, I drink my coffee and watch the early sun filter through my woods. Each day, the world is made anew. Cat Stevens’ rendition of this traditional… Read More ›
