Candid With a ‘Q’ and a ‘U’

October 29, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Out of reach of our two dogs, a squirrel observes us from the Walnut tree. A quizzical hound accompanied by inattentive youth. A majestic buck lounging in Autumn leaves. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: candid photography, and her Midweek Madness: must have q or u in the word)

Candid

December 17, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(Couldn’t resist adding these photos to Cee’s Black and White Challenge: candid shots)

Candid

October 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I vowed I wouldn’t show photos of people on screens for this challenge, but then I couldn’t resist the serious look of these two cousins ” Just watching something, Grandma.” A family walk is much more satisfying – at least from my perspective. Then I caught this fellow and I couldn’t help but sneak a […]

Candid Moments

September 17, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

In candid moments much is revealedthe curiosity of youth, unabashed A mind constantly processing the exuberance of a playful soul. (For Cee’s Black & White photo challenge: candid)

I Spy…

December 16, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

…canoeists on the Avon river, Stratford, Ontario. …a family fishing outing, Muskoka, Ontario. My favourite birder in Bird Blind #1. (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week is: Catching people unaware.)

The Last Train (Sonnet)

We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]

Mouse Massacre

There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]

Limbo

With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)