Let’s say that you took your Picture of the Day and while doing a little fine tuning with Lightroom, you notice something that you didn’t see before. You zoom in and notice a small,but distinct gargoyle-like face peering back at you. Now you know why it feels that sometimes you are being watched. You are – by the living things around you. This face was hidden in a section (1/9) of a larger photo of a closeup of an arborvitae branch that is doing its part in sprouting buds this spring. 2 eyes, a nose and a couple of buck teeth – the wonders of nature and photography.
The only good spam comes in cans
and not the WordPress Spam folder
Well, fashonboyb, whoever you are, I am glad you enjoyed Weekly Photo Challenge: Up. Still, your comment ended up in the Spam folder and for a very good reason: your comment was complete nonsense.
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I can’t help but think that you looked up, got dizzy and fell on your head. Only then might you agree with my point of view.
att systems, you too are funny. You commented on Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture.
My relatives every time say that I am wasting my time here at web, but I know I am getting familiarity all the time by reading thes nice posts.
You relatives are right to tell you that you are wasting time.
Sterling, Sterling, Sterling… What can I say about your comment about my posting on rain followed by snow! Your comment,
While I’m not one to click on such an outlandish claim,
I will admit I was in a moment of weakness, after being defeated by the internet that night.
Alex Sysoef said to me, “You cannot fail in this business if you stick to it, if you focus.
0 is a great site that has a 60 day risk free money back guarantee.
leaves me applauding the Internet for defeating you, in your moment of weakness!
And for this weeks writing challenge, doors:
The Glass Door
It was a glass door that I stepped through. The door closed behind me. In front of me, two more glass doors. Through the glass doors, I could see choices, and through each glass door, I could see more glass doors, with choices behind each and every glass door. Which choice do I choose? Too many choices. No choice for me. I do not want to make a choice. I turn around to leave through the glass door I entered, but through this glass door, I see choices, and glass doors beyond with choices and more glass doors and more choices. I have to make a choice. A choice choice is the choice I hope to make.
In or out, decide.
Am I leaving or coming?
Damned if I know which!
Evil door, that it is.
Let it be; no safety here.
Get out now. Get out!
The doors of my dream, Dream #2.
I closed the sliding panel door to my cubicle and walked down the hall to an elevator, pushed the button for down. I stared at this elevator, with its deep, off-blue colored doors, doors that I have seen daily for years; never giving them much thought. After waiting for what seemed eternity, the elevator arrived and I entered. I was alone. An ugly shade of brown, the best thing I could say about the walls; generic, multi-patterned carpeting of a non-distinct color to hide the countless footprints that trampled it daily; a chrome-colored plastic grid blocking the dimmed and opaque harshness of the fluorescent lighting – this was my elevator. I rode the elevator to the floor of the parking garage and walked to yet another door, a metal door with a drab shade of blue. I push on the bar used to lock the door and exit. As I step through, I look behind me; one last look because I know that once the door closes and locks, I will never reenter this door again. I get into my car, drive to a driving range and hit a bucket of golf balls. I only then begin to think about the feelings reeling through my mind and soul as I exited the building of my employment for the last time. This is how retired.
Is there some school of thought that tells interior designers of office buildings to use ugly and dull colors?
A spiking heart rate -
tachycardia it is.
Chill pills for the wife.
On my hands and knees,
left knee makes me want to cry
in pain. Not much fun.
Spring, summer, and fall -
all in the same week it be.
Oh, why not just spring?
Picture of the day.
A goal I made for this year.
A goal met thus far.
A haircut I need.
Shaggy locks over the ears
to be clipped next week.
Allergies – no fun.
Glad I am allergy-free,
yet the wife is not.
Grass! First cutting done.
Bare spots, add new seed and feed
with water that it needs.
The house needs cleaning.
Hard with daily aches and pains.
Still it will be done.
Vacation, we need.
Odd, since we are both retired
now. Time to plan one.
Ten haikus, enough.
Good or bad, a quick status
of my random thoughts.