Spam Poetry and Survival Advice
Oh, the poetry of comments captured in my website’s spam filter!
Oh, the poetry of comments captured in my website’s spam filter!
Photography and our memories…ah, how intimate the relationship, no? Nostalgia. Auld lang syne…
When in Boulder, this is my go-to place for late afternoon/sunset or sunrise photography, especially when the clouds are just right…
Sonnet 73, by Bill Shakespeare takes us into autumn…
Life is fun and funny…
Until it isn’t…
“…Let her finish her dance, Let her finish her dance. Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!” —William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939
November colorsĀ are different from the more famous and splendid colors you’ll see at the peak of the autumn season when
“It’s a waaaainy day… The sky…is gway… But I think I wiw shmahy-oh anyway!” –P.T.
And left a HUGE vapor trail! The old English nursery rhyme… Hey diddle diddle, The Cat and the fiddle, The
The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around