I am back but… there’s always a but isn’t there 🙂
Seriously, repairing a laptop means I am losing skydrive in my favorites which makes it impossible to retrieve photos so I needed the help of a connoisseur who would figure out the intricacies of our obscure (in my eyes at least!) world of technology.
I am still not completely out of the woods, my laptop is not one hundred percent up to its previous state of work but it’s faster & functioning better the rest are details which I hope will slowly get looked after with a lot of patience from my part & those always coming to my rescue!
Thanks for your patience, sticking with me through thick & thin, your commiseration & support through the likes & comments all along.
I will be posting hopefully today, a poem that I’ve been working on while all this was happening…
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I am back but… there’s always a but isn’t there 🙂
Wow! One year already! It was a year filled with… well, no words can describe the amount I’ve learned, grown and received from all my fellow bloggers.
There’s a tremendous amount of appreciation I’d like to express to everyone who took an interest in my blog, took their time (which is precious indeed) to like and especially comment (that takes even longer:)) without all that positive feedback I don’t know if I would’ve had the tenacity it provided to try more & better…
Thank you Thank you Thank you! The pictures posted here under are for you all.
I had forgotten a bag of potatoes in my balcony.
They were partying while beauty was in the making 🙂
Two months later these were the results.
Enjoy the scenery!
All that, much more… or rotten potatoes
Wearing the hats of an Ascot race
Tentacles stretching out in a plea
Clamoring the human race
For ostentation and allure,
Whichever way you look at me,
Flash your interpretation through
The lens of your soul.
See the bumps and cracks,
Flesh withering, rotting back to life,
Wrinkles and scratches,
Abandoned at a party in a pantry…
Forgotten to nature happening…
To the unfold of beauty in the making.
See it all in its synchronicity.
Love me for I am forever returning.
A reflection in the firth of your desires.
See all that or… decay with no glory.
A smell to toss in an instinct of preservation
Applying the laws of order and cleanliness
Never questioning the
Possibilities of magic happening,
Foulness dissolving into beauty
Mold, as a compass to our mien (1)
Sprouts, extensions to barriers
Crevasses, detour… the scenic route
Catch even a glimpse of life on Mars
Or the gossiper thriving on some
Dripping, luscious, slippery news.
All that and much more, for every eye
Has a story, every mind a book.
Or, just take a glance and toss
Without a second thought,
The rotten potato.
1. Bearing or manner, especially as it reveals an inner state of mind: “He was a Vietnam veteran with a haunted mien” (James Traub).
2. An appearance or aspect.
[Alteration (influenced by French mine, appearance) of Middle English demeine, demeanor, from Old French, from demener, to behave; see demean1.]
These photos and poem were inspired by the blogger Junsjazz Images & Inspiration who always has great advice on photography.
I had fun playing around plain tools as a fennel for a tunnel vision and a sifter for a vintage effect. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
The wig of a scarecrow
Call an onion by its name
And the vim from a warm (1)
Kitchen floats with the
Tenderness of young dreams.
Observe the art of its
Layers, sometimes cracked
Revealing viridity under… (2)
Adorned by a golden glow
Tips resembling the wig of
A scarecrow built carelessly
With the clothes become rags
From stretched days, short nights…
Call an onion and it will
Faithfully expose the aroma,
Give flair to the forlorn, for
In every living, growing,
Is poetry. To the recipient
Of all that is moving and
Changing… days ticking,
Mildew spreading, Calling
Loudly your name.
Ebullient vitality and energy. See Synonyms at vigor.
[Latin, accusative of v s; see wei – in Indo-European roots.]
a. The quality or condition of being green; greenness.
b. The green color of vegetation or leaves.
2. Innocence or inexperience.
This is the final of a series…The end of a photo collection carefully chosen for a project very close to my heart, the tree project.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did bringing it to completion.
And all you need is rain
The artist clamors your abstract
Your depiction of natural history
Monet invents the layout of his …
The picnicker requests your stool
The bird liens a nest.
The parking lot… A division
Towns, parks, solicitate your flourish
And all you need is drops of rain.
Everywhere accompanying our very step (trees 3)
They are everywhere
Grazing the foot of mountains
Bordering a lake, brushing rooftops,
Designing a niche for a lone abode,
Parading on the Champs-Elysées
Or encircling protectively the Eiffel Tower
Harboring those who hurry home from a
Somber season or guarding the slanting
Façade of a historical house.
They are just everywhere
Accompanying our very step…
Around the globe, we swirl and detect
Leaves ablaze with sun’s warm reflection
Or a trunk soaked by forests flavors
After a sudden gush…
Nourishing and being nourished
By earth’s plentiful.