Sunrise Strip

January 15, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky

Birds, Trees, and Sky

November 20, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Weekend Sky

Cloud Folds

October 21, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Such an interesting configuration – couldn’t help but stop for a shot. For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge and Hammad’s Weekend Sky.

Autumnal Sky

October 9, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

It’s week two with pneumonia and I’m wading through the constant wheeze to keep up a semblance of presence. Autumn’s sky never fails to arouse my awareness. Hope you are all keeping well. (Weekend Sky)

Here Comes the Sun

August 22, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Here comes the sun.

Blooming Clouds

July 24, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Moody

July 17, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Orchestration

June 26, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The sky – the sheer vastness of the countryside highlighted by endless blue – lifts me, orchestrates a symphony within. (A long overdue contribution to Weekend Sky)

Weekend Sky

May 15, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Okay, it’s not this weekend; it’s an April sky. Weekend Sky

Skies Ablush

February 13, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Origin

Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)

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 […]