These were taken April 17, 2017, (my dad’s birthday). I’ve tried to make them a little bigger – or I should say: not to make them quite so small.
It seems achieving the simplicity I desperately crave is an impossibly complicated task.
Simon of Cyrene was told to carry Jesus’ cross
he’d set out on his own but violence forced a different coin toss
the heavy burden of fate
had caused him to wait
how often a good deed leads to an enormous loss.
Wherefore art thou at my quest,
when all I honestly intended was rest?
April 19, 2017, at 3:00
Despite the full moon, and an annoying light-source from elsewhere, I tried my hand at the skies, so to speak. It’s nothing spectacular, but I’ll try again.
Lately, I’ve been keen to do a bit of night photography, but we’ve had clouds on most days and the fuller the moon, the more difficult to get the stars. The solution: photograph the moon.
After all sorts of ramblings, black T-shirts, black Mondays, rowdy Fridays and what not … we still haven’t managed to get rid of our honourable president.
Fear not! We already have plans A, B, C, D and E.
It’s multiple choice … because people in this country are not big on, you know, agreeing with each other.
I emphasise – in the strongest possible terms – all these are merely suggestions. Read at own risk.
Nothing wrong with a haiku for a friend getting married in the morning.
I’ve always loved haikus, limericks and all short poetry. This one I wrote in Grade 8 (at 14 years). It was an assignment from a teacher, who is now a colleague and reads this blog. The few drops of rain we’ve had reminded me of this poem.
We’ve had beautiful April sunsets lately. I hesitate to call it autumn, it still feels too much like summer.
These were taken April 1, 2017.